All Fours versuri

All Fours lyrics by Nine Vicious

Intro
(Haha, niggas crazy)
(I’m with yo—, yeah)
(I’m with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)

Chorus
I fucked up my money, got it right back (Pussy, bitch)
I just did a show (Say what? What?), got it right back (What? Nigga, what?)
Shawty be on all fours, damn, I like that (I like that shit)
Shawty be on all fours, damn, I like that (I like that)

Verse 1
Trip to NYC, I’m on my goth shit (I’m on that goth shit)
I might throw a play like Jared Goff, bitch (What? What? What?)
Sometimes it feel like a young nigga ain’t even got shit (Let’s go, let’s go)
Might pull up on your block with a mopstick (What?)
She suckin’ on the cock, she eat all the dick (Suck it up)
Fuck, I made that money that plus (Let’s go)
I’ve just been smokin’ on Runtz (Woo-hoo), come in here smellin’ like must (What? What?)
Gettin’ that money a must, shit, she ridin’ that dick like a bus (Like a bus)
Long live Pete, lil’ bitch (Yeah), I’m screamin’ out, „R.I.P. Gus” (Slatt)
My crib is vintage (Let’s go), I think it came with dust
Rock out like the ’70s, on some punk shit (On some punk shit)
Why the fuck these niggas take my flows, they my son, bitch
I just had to take your bitch as soon I announced it (Soon as I announced it)
I just had to take that blick as soon asI popped the 50
I just had to fuck your bitch as soon as she dropped it
As soon as she dropped it (What? What?)
As soon as she dropped it (What?)
Told her, „Drop that booty, turn that booty for me, baby”
I just came in with my goddamn fire, feelin’ crazy (Baow)
I just dyed my hair red like my cup, I feel lazy
Shawty give that Becky, yeah, that white girl give that Katy (Eugh, eugh)
On God, shawty give that Becky, that white girl give that Katy (Say what?)

Chorus
I fucked up my money, got it right back (Pussy, bitch)
I just did a show (Say what? What?), got it right back (What? Nigga, what?)
Shawty be on all fours, damn, I like that (I like that shit)
Shawty be on all fours, damn, I like that (I like that)

Verse 2
How you learn that? Who you fuck with?
Glock in bag, I keep it tucked (What?), Glock in bag, I keep it tucked (Go)
Why you so sad? You know that I love you (Go, go)
Why you so sad? You know that I love you (Ayy)
Why you so sad? You know that I love you
I spent a hundred-K in three months, I spent a hundred-K in three months (Say what?)
All that cap shit, look at me, nigga, you know you ain’t tough (No, you ain’t tough)
All that cap shit, look at me, shawty, you know you ain’t tough (No, you ain’t tough)

Outro
You’re not a tough guy
All that tats on your face, you’re still not tough, bitch
No, you’re not tough
You’re not a tough guy at all