4 Minutes Of Hell

4 Minutes Of Hell

One, two, three, four, five, we want all the pints
I got thirty ball Jamal, I wanna ball tonight
Turnt for real, we go to the mall at night
They open up the stores for us, bro, 'cause we–

We got all the ice
And we ain't never really asked the price, how much this jacket cost?
Five E-lades in traffic, you can't whack a boss
Oh, your manager a bitch? I'm tryna crack the boss
He had his hat on his head, but they smacked it off

Bro a mechanic, he got under cars and let ratchets off
Okay, the weed look good, how much the package cost?
Totin' guns was cool, bro, till they got crack involved
That's a 924, that's a mandatory
But I ain't gon' keep talking about the feds, that's another story

I might drop an MVP tape, the most valuable prisioner
He want an IG post, he gave me five bands just to grab a picture
If you see me in Blue Flame, I'm trying to grab a stripper
But I really, really want the bartender, her ass was bigger

Like how they dress, but they better than the naked hoes?
Baby, let your seat back, give me neck and throat
I know how much money in the bank, but I ain't checking though
I got two blocks of cash, all hundreds, not a weapon, bro

But answer this, have a nigga floor been swept before?
I let them niggas rap like me and they kept the flow
Nigga, I'm good behind wheel, I ain't wrecked before
Take me to Jewelry Unlimited, got a check to blow

Mike said he good, he in the hood, he with Hector though
Real gangster, I ain't never been pressed before
Yeah, they said somebody got killed up there, but we left before
That happened, we weren't there when they started clapping

This bitch drive by itself, the car automatic
The Glock came with a single shot, now it's an automatic
Them niggas took my black Ombre, I went and bought a Patek
I was just acting mad, bro, you caught me laughin'

He caught me with some bows on Clyde Road, I told Pauly grab 'em
I said what the fuck I want, dog, y'all be rappin'
The difference is I really tell the truth and y'all be cappin'
I don't do that internet shit, that shit crazy

How much I pay for the pills? He gave me ten, I gave him six-forty
Outer space right now, I'm with Rick and Morty
I'm only putting that Louis shit on, I bought my kids Marni
Bro cooking a big yellow bird and we sipping Barney

We the ones pulled on Sesame Street, killed the party
With a real brick plug, a hundred bricks to start up
You ain't shoot nobody, you just shot and messed they car up
The difference is we come out the backyard, we don't walk up

When it comes to who got dropped, we don't talk much
Me and the bitch stay in the same house, but we don't talk much
But I done sent some 'bows to her house and she caught some
One day I went to the mall, closed my eyes and just bought stuff

Then we was in Somerset, on the rich side
When I see some fine shit, I just ask her what's her wrist size
Bust a play for 10K and gave my bitch five
I always split the money up, know how to divide

Overkilled, they hit the nigga in his head three times
They so cool, they pulled off banging ghosts throwin' the peace sign
You gon' throw your Act' bottle away, I'ma keep mine
He talking about he had five hunnid K, we know he lying

What the fuck I just say? Bro, rewind
I seen this episode, this a rerun
Old K got so much wood, it's a tree trunk
First day out the feds, got some head and gave her three pumps

She want a dog, ten thousand for a tea cup
We in a mall with two small ARs, he'll T up
You can't compare your pape' to mine, you gotta re-up
All I gotta do is go to the studio and say I seen stuff

But I ain't seen nothing if the feds asked
Who is that in Detroit with the drank? Is that Reg' ass?
I heard he cut the drank, but I'ma trust the drank
But when I popped the seal open, I almost fucking fainted

Me and bae done took a Percocet and got well acquainted
Police asked them did they shoot that nigga, you gon' tell them, ain't you?
You a tattletale
How I'm broke? You know how much shit I had in jail?

So much water on my neck, I'm finna grab a whale
What you got? Some crabs? Let me grab a tail
Oh, that's fried lobster
I ain't know, when you got crabs you gotta grab a leg, I'ma crack your head

Fifty for a verse, I'ma crack your head
And every song I drop, they say something 'bout Act' was said
Nigga, I'll give this shit to my son, I don't have to wear it
And when my daughter was born, I went half on carats

She was baby though, I'm with Baby though
Pull up on me, I'm in Burton, I'm with Stacy though
This nigga Michael Kidd talkin' 'bout he got no place to go
That shit pissed me off, I threw my phone down, almost wasted a O

Baby, I was pouring up when you found me
Light skin bitch with cupcakes, my black bitch a brownie
He got the tape around that bitch, that's the flip around-er
Cook so much straight drop in here, know my kitchen proud of me

Let me check your location, you in Michigan probably
Swear to God it ain't been the same since they killed Quanny
But I don't know how to show my pain, I feel jolly
Tell the drink man Pull up, and talk a seal out him