4PF, look like we hit bricks, how we sell bricks We don't sell, we just make hits, yeah Turn up Keepin' my composure, never sober Never chokin', always being clutch like Michael Jordan Hate the haters they gettin' over Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest I ain't changed, I stayed the same, and maintained It's safe to say the kid gettin' older Forever gang, I'm never switchin' over Made a lane and my friends can't get over I can't match with rappers, they be bogus Really get a pack and keep the over Big dripper, stand up in the ocean Everybody trappin', we get loads in He ain't 4PF if he ain't got motion Made a half a ticket off promotion Shoutout Swishers Sweet, they keep me rollin' But if we catch the opp, we gotta smoke 'em Ridin' 'round with Dracs', like we OVO I got some racks and I want some more Still got them packs in the hood, call it give-and-go Make a hater in four pieces Let me be clutch when I want, I just come and go Man, these racks gettin' too big for these skinny clothes I might put me an M in some big Girbaud Let lil' bro get taller and start gettin' old I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo' And didn't even know how to make that hater go On my birthday, I just wanna lift the door Barely flex, but don't play with me, period Shooters followin' behind in a Urus In the Rolls truck, I feel like a tourist I'm the one from the bottom, who sold all my partners them pounds Used to drive in a Buick Hot, hot, hot I'm heatin' up I hate the haters I’m going to go off He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck? How you got everybody lit, spicing up Ooh the haters are ugly they got no swag I can beat them up with one punch Made my last one my last one, I'm killing the hate Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin' I'm the type to get active and never run (Wunna) Keep the rulers, my friends ain't scared of nothin' (nah) Ain't no rules, you got no racks, you cant get it done (yeah) On a light day I keep me a honey bun (one hundred) Makin' hit after hit, call me Barry Bonds (hits) For this Christmas, I bought everybody everything they want Glocks and choppers and FN's for everyone (graat) Take that roof off the car, let her feel the sun (wow) My bro go see his barber five times a month (yeah) Made this hater go unconscious when he was hating I made him go to the hospitaI