Another 4 Minutes Of Hell

[Intro]

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

(Elijah)

[Verse]

AP hittin' like a bitch 'cause Wafi did it

I ain't gon' lie, if they say I did the shit, then I probably did it

Pulled up to the function with Ghazi with me

And Wafi with me

Earrings six carats, they was not a nickel

I just pulled up on a nigga bitch, let her pop my sicle

He precise shootin' with that FN, he could pop a pimple

I done had this Lam' truck for two months, this is not a rental

I got a little red-blue thing, it is not a Skittle, not an M&M

He spoke on Gaffle Boyz and he got shot like 50 Cent

They hit him nine times

Me and you ain't in the same world, so I can't ride by

You might not never see me

Guess what I did last night, you would never believe me

I got a million-dollar fuckin' check and bought a Lamborghini

They keep steppin' on my fuckin' neck, I can't catch a breezy

I can't catch a break

Is that fifteen lines if I drunk seven eighths?

On some rude shit, pulled my dick out on the second date

I'm in a Urus truck, this nigga said, "Let's race" and got left in place

Had love for him, so hit him in the chest, let him kept his face

Let him keep his face

I lost a couple people, I'ma be okay

I barely hear a motherfucker call and ask, "Is Rio straight?"

So you tellin' me this shit ain't gon' get done if Rio can't

If it's a four in a can pop, that's Rio drank

Take the Pooh Shiesty off, let me see your face

I ain't never been on greedy shit, you can keep your plate

But if I see a sign of weakness, I'ma eat your plate

Bitch-ass nigga, slow down 'fore I bleed your brakes

He got shot with a switch, is he gon' be okay?

Summertime, I'm comin' back to Flint and gettin' a Rio day

I'm gettin' a key to my motherfuckin' city

You wanna make a hundred G's, then you comin' with me

Bookbag full, but I grind like my stomach empty

Caught his car at the red light and put a hundred in it

Lam' truck super fast, put a hundred in it

Like an extra hundred

I caught the nigga with a print machine tryna stretch the money

You said that's the last pint of Wock', let's wrestle for it

I took care of everybody I love and He blessed me for it

This bitch pulled off and left me bored

I fucked her so good like I never had sex before

It was wonderful

'Member callin' my bitch house phone like, "Come to school"

If you ain't took a life or down to take one, I can't run with you

I went Prada from the head to toe, he got on Puma shoes

He got on Puma shoes

My mama pissed me off, then I thought to myself, "What would Lula do?"

It ain't no beef with Murda hood, what did Dulla do?

Right now, I'm slidin' by myself 'cause you might do what Scooter do

I pulled a zip of soft out and let him oot a few

I'm finna stack my money up until I starve, I'm with Tootaboo

Premium Air Forces on, not Gucci shoes

He had a four of Actavis, I put a deuce to use

Ask Freeze, seventy-five hundred for my Louis boots

I bought two pair

I really wanted to spend fifteen racks and get a few pair

Tyler sent the email and said my shoes here

I'll stress a bitch out and make her lose hair

I'll turn a bitch up and make her gain weight

She got an AP with the plain face

Bitch gave me wack head, she had lame face

Ask Jay, we drinkin' everything, we don't save drank

If I buy a Rolex, it's three clocks or a Day-Date

I can't believe this bitch pulled up on me wearin' fake BAPE

We did the F, but I'm a G, so I might just drop an H today

I'm still alive, did legendary shit, I'm not the late, great

I'm a newcomer

I don't even trust a nigga if his shoes ugly

I can't really remember what I gave Halo, it was two-something

For the earrings, I be hearin' things

YN Jay a real pimp, he got on ten rings

Came home, made a million dollars, I did ten things

Last time you seen me in Grand Rapids, I was with Grease

I met a coke plug from Dallas, let me hit Grease

Swear to God, when they let me off this box, I'm hittin' Angel Reese

If your dumb ass actin' blind, I can't make you see

I could tell them earrings was SIs, them ain't VVs

I'll hit you in your motherfuckin' jaw and I can make you sleep

I'll sneak around your crib, but I ain't a creep

I got so much cough syrup, I can make a creek

Like a lean creek

Have you ever drunk Act' 'til your pee was pink? Nah, like

I'm sayin' it in a bad way, bro, your weed stink

Like, it don't smell good

You had two options, I was gon' pop your ass up or let Trell do it

Told him we was tryna book a show and he fell for it

Fuck around and spanked him in the party, it's a dead club

I ain't gon' lie, you can fuck, don't give the head up

How it's a drought on Hi-Tech and I came home and poured red up?

At my first show

I swear the God the first show is the worst show, it get way better

I knock a nigga out, I feel like Mayweather

I like the Dracos, but the K's better