Lyrics 4-1-4 - azcula

Aye, Say you smoking who?, not me Cause' I'm from Four-one-four
Talking crazy on the internet and you gon' have to go
Where I'm from we living reckless, ain't no peace it just be violent
Talking stupid you get murdered, so your ass better stay silent
And i ain't lyin' when i say people out here really dying
Praying that i won't be next, cause' i don't really feel like dying
Cause' i ain't make it yet, i won't die till' i make it
Money on our mind, we keep grinding we ain't never stopping
Say you four-one-four but you a ho, why you steady lying?
We trying to get that money, ain't tryna chase a ho
Four-one-four is where we at
Four-one-four is not your ass
We is smoking on your man, while we flexing all this cash
Drop the low loc, where you at?
And you better not be no rat
If you snitch you end dead

If you snitch you end dead
He gon' take yo ass to bed
Go back in the room and get some fucking lead fore' he rest
We won't rest till you dead
We ain't pressed it's a test
Fucking moving till' we go back
Back, racks, stacked, on the fucking track
Finna' beat yo ass, till' you see black
Bitch, watch we ain't finna' snap
Grabbing a strap, shit we got a task
Finna' hunt you down, go in with a tact
Then go back out, with a fucking plaque
Then see us again, as we fucking laugh

Out here with lee, Bitch you finna' see
Watch, we'll take your fucking kidney
Grab your body throw that shit in the sea, hear your ass plead
And not get charged with second Degree
But see us go back on a fucking spree

Yeah
Certified Lee
What's up?
Micheal P
What's up my Nigga
Four-one-four Bitch
Yeah