4EVAWICK Lyrics

Ladder on the G-Lock, climb your bitch ass right to heaven

Can you survive a nickel shot

Bro, it ain't no tellin

These niggas hoes, I'm tellin' you, its pussy what I'm smellin

When shit get ugly, shit start crashin' down like 9-11

Look, turn your savage up, nigga, get your baggage up

Niggas poor and', we applyin' pressure, niggas mad at us

You just chasin' clout, you ain't tryna turn your status up

Put choppers in them Strikers, get a low, come draggin' up

Yeah, fire to that pack, I got the G-Lock, bro, got the Mack

Good, fully attached, to let off three with just one tap

Shit switch up fast, the love ain't even real, man, that shit cap

The old feelings ain't matchin' the new ones, it's a wrap

Expressing myself, I'm off them percs, sometimes they barely work

Long as I'm high, the pain I got, man, that shit barely hurt

Look, I don't like that friendly shit, I like to stay alert

If you rockin' with me, that mean that my best and at my worst

Is we cursed, nah, dawg, niggas luck just ain't the same

We had plans on goin' Cuban links, now Brody in them chains

Tried' preparing for the storm, nigga, then the storm came

Some shit I wish I could change, rearrange a couple things

Look, I get high, get in my feelings, thinkin' bout my dawgs

Look, I'm just tryna talk to Bro, but he can't answer calls

Look, everything ain't always good, but I can't fix it up

Look, I got niggas fightin' cases, I won't miss a call

Look, so it's still free to thugs, til all them niggas free

Ain't in my shoes, dawg, you don't know how this shit be

I'm talkin' late nights to early mornings, sometimes I can't sleep

Shit ain't the game, the code we live by, play for keeps

Smoke all in the air, pass me the blitz, bro, let's get high

Look, we gon' keep on bleedin', shit, the field'll never die

Look, Brody was just here with us, and then my nigga died

So we 4EVAWICK, we throw our 4's up in the sky, nigga