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    C4 Too Trill
    
    
    [DC2Trill:]  You gotta dig it  (Nick on the 
track)   C4, pass me the 
C4, finna blow a 
nigga up  Nigga ain't got no money, talking 'bout, "Pour a 
nigga up"  He a 
window shopper, went in Saks broke as fuck  Got some pills stuffed in my sock, on the 
block posted up  Still gon' fuck even though she a 
gold digger  I 
guess that mean she ain't fucking with these broke niggas  Hi-Tech, red glass, that shit pour different  By the 
time I'm ninety-two, done ran through four kidneys  Laughing straight to the 
bank  It's too much gas in here, I'ma need an oxygen tank  You at the 
bottom, bitch, I 
checked your rank  Fucking this M.I.L.F. that I 
met in WeHo  Nigga, this our paint, Deebo  Poured an eight, now we slow  Niggas be sweeter than candyman  Drank man, handyman  Hit me a 
lick, then I 
roll up some dank  Say he gon' rob, no, he ain't  Zaza pounds came in the 
Tahoe  Turtle, man, I'm moving slow  On a 
tractor  Chrome Heart interior off a 
potent four (Yeah)  Say he getting bread, no, he don't  My check clear, okie-doke  Clip long, Pinocchio  She put toosie in her nose   [CEO Trayle:]  C4 the 
motherfucking quarterback, give and go  Ayy, pulled up, brought five of them sticks just to do a 
show  Ayy, I'll send my bitch out there to recruit some hoes  Ayy, ayy, I'm getting some money, I 
don't care what they doing, though  Uh, dropped a 
six of the 
Trish, got me moving slow  And when she pissed with her nigga, she come deep throat  I 
steal the 
money from the 
church like I'm Creflo  Backdoored the 
nigga for some Percs, now I 
creep low  Bitch just a 
cheap ho  Uh, thirty shot, no free throw  Uh, might roll a 
hundred bleezos  You got it, then I 
need those  It's Mr. C4, high-speed to keep throwed  Get away from five-oh  Uh, stashing my kilos  Uh, how I 
became the 
big boss, ain't no cheat codes  Ayy, ayy, change the 
bitch, change my sheets  Oh, lil' nigga, it's a 
switch on that, so be careful  Ayy, I 
bet you won't go get no get-back, lil' nigga, I 
dare you  Ayy, and you ain't even been listening to the 
shit that I 
tell you  Ayy, just give an address, lil' nigga, and I'm gon' mail you  Ayy, it was me and broski at the 
store  Ayy, a 
pussy nigga tried to scope me, I 
didn't know  Ayy, lil' nigga, I 
didn't have no OG, I 
had to know  I 
was just Chrome Heart down at my fucking show  Ayy, I 
go Goyard down, then I 
fuck a 
ho  Ayy, I 
can't put my gun down, so don't even ask me  I 
just got the 
top from Tiffany, I'm fucking Ashley  I'm getting top again, she notice that her knees ashy  Ayy, I 
thought the 
J's was on the 
car, but they speed past me  Nigga, I 
eat what I 
kill, we not even fasting  Uh, come around that car up out that cut blasting  Uh, throw your CD out the 
window, trashed it  If you ain't real, you can't be around  Switch the 
gears, go out of town  Meet the 
migo, cop the 
pounds  Get the 
drank and spread it 'round  Ayy, ayy, I'm all for the 
make drink cheap again campaign  Ayy, fucked her in Chicago, she drove back to the 
Champaign  Bitches say, "4, make it rain"  Ayy, you ain't with us, then you a 
stain  I'll up the 
Glock on that whole thing  I'll Chief Keef, hear, "Bang, bang"  Uh, I 
just popped my last Perc 15, I 
need a 
30  Uh, page ain't private, I 
ain't hiding, bitch, do I 
look like I'm worried? 4 
  [DC2Trill:]  C4, pass me the 
C4, finna blow a 
nigga up  Nigga ain't got no money, talking 'bout, "Pour a 
nigga up"  He a 
window shopper, went in Saks broke as fuck  Got some pills stuffed in my sock, on the 
block posted up   My lil' Kel got me up  Posted on the 
block, I'm just waiting for this lil' package  Nigga, this ain't no zaza, that's a 
motherfucking catfish  Cashing, leaning, you behind just like an adlib  Trayle, let's go rob niggas (Oh, let's go), fuck this rap shit  This guy icy and he loaded, must've forgot that it was like this  Get off that nigga dick, always rapping 'bout what he did  Futuristic gun, vaporize 'em like an e-cig  He went broke after EDD, nigga, we still lit  Threw a 
thousand at the 
strip club, nigga, I 
guess we tricked  
 
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