4:23 Flow Lyrics

It's an apartment on my neck on my legs, it say galley department

You know what come next I say gang, it's like I work for Nike

I only care about my check I'm shooting clips like I got taught from

Spike Lee I need me a new set

This that 423 flow I just fuck your bitch, she on her knees

She giving deep throats Ooh, you should've never cuffed that girl

She a lil' freak, hoe they, see the way I carry myself, I'm who they

Wanna be, hoe Spent a couple bands up on my teeth, I got

Them clean, hoe And got them fixed, I just told K5 I love

These women, but can't trust no bitch Fuck em, I don't need em anyway, my pocket's

Heavy, thick Only thing I love is Ricky O's, I'm on my

Selfish shit Money to it, keep me hungry, groovy, Elvis

Presley shit You feeling like you bout it, we gon' suit

Up, really pressing shit If Dalton made the beat, I really listen

Tryna catch the shit Tired as the fuck, but I'm still floating

Really meshing shit Came in like a power bar, know we really

Wrecking shit Choppa left him baptized, damn we really blessing

Shit Say, bruh, it is that time, where we just

Start stretching shit You can't before 4FE, if you just walk around

Irrelevant Spent a rack up on some shoes, why

Shit for the hell of it I need my wallets, pockets, and my chains

To feel like elephants Through all the trials and tribulations

I went through some testaments Looking at my bank account, I'm tryna guess

My estimate Working double overtime, nigga, what you

Think bout this? Do I like my money over women? Hmm, let me

See bout this Nigga, I'm playing, you know I do, you

Lil' hoes just make me sick Bitch, I came straight out the Lou, like

In New York, these niggas brick Yeah, I mean they cold, man, they cold

Hearted Look up at my hat, bitch, I'm so bougie, had to Chrome Heart it Gotta get the fuck up out this city, I'm

Feeling like my soul a target Can't hang with me when it come to this

Music shit, my nigga, you so retarded Fuck it, I don't need no hook, I feel like

That, I just got started On this drill, I am the sergeant, I just

Put some hundreds on my face, these real expensive carti's

Walk up in the class, bitch, don't ask me why I'm fucking tardy

Just be glad I'm here, you stupid bitch, you finna get me started

You say I won't graduate, ha-ha, bitch, you lost it

When I walk across that stage, stupid bitch, don't applaud it

I feel like the man and my twin, we call him Jeff Hardy

Nigga wants some smoke with the kid, this shit finna get gnarly

Running out of time, I can't trust her, sorry, bitch, not sorry

Only trust my lele, still I tell her, just please do not cross me

Turnt up in this bitch, they don't like me, they feeling too salty

Unh unh unh unh, unh unh unh, heh

I don't want no adlibs on it