Troy Ave - Four Ring Thing lyrics

(Verse) Another day, another dollar in the county of kings I’m hittin corners, smoke blowin out that four ring thing Music up, seats back, two morenas in the back And Avon Blocksdale riding shotgun strapped You might see him smiling but don’t take him for a joke If I tell him to fire, a n***a getting smoked The two in the back, half freak and half black Born on the same day, came from the same sack It’s BSB period, b**hes money and murda That’s brick star boys period, nothing further f** these lame n***as and no love for these hoes They only recreation I pickle dick em and go See me when you see me, just don’t see me unannounced And you ain’t talking bout f**in and I see yo a** out Wasting time or money really not what I’m about sponsored links But I jazzy jump a b**h, half verse about the house, wussup? (Hook x2) On the road to riches and diamond rings Real n***as do real things And all my n***as f**ing b**hes, getting money cha ching Real n***as doing real things, powder (Verse) Catch me if you can like I’m Frank Abagnale With way more swag, n***a it’s nothing you can tell me I’m sure stay at the telli, yo I’m cruising on the island With a bad young b**h, her features is exotic Body like she Cuban but complexion more maroccan Blowing smoke up out this Cuban while she blowin on my rocket Tugging on my jeans, couple bands in my pocket I break gloves and hearts, being broke is not an option If it’s not a profit to me, it’s non-existent Made a commitment to get it and I’m persistent Never gave a f** about a fake n***a’s depiction I’m too relisted, nothing I speak is fiction Don’t extend yo hands in efforts to say wussup to me If you can’t acknowledge the fact you admire and look up to me I’m a real n***a and them real n***as with me And if you don’t then be real enough to be above with me (Hook x2) On the road to riches and diamond rings Real n***as do real things And all my n***as f**ing b**hes, getting money cha ching Real n***as doing real things, powder (Verse) TROY AVE say no info for the DEA Check the rear views in several rambled D state ‘Cause when you play for keeps them n***as be wanting replays And sore losers, runner ups get all rugga This is all true sh**, what the f**? I’m all ruthless And I appear to be and I lie that ‘Cause when n***as get murdered, this I ain’t know he was like that And evil will div low, I’m peeking through the door Of the penitentiary and I ain’t liking what I saw, it ain’t for me I don’t even like to visit I could do the time, each sayin enough b**hes Them n***as living vicious, free all the real n***as Keep the bums and the haters, Find every snitch, cut out they tongue with a razor No more singing, Whitney pa**ed They been all suffered all, real life my n***a Ca** Wussup? (Hook x2) On the road to riches and diamond rings Real n***as do real things And all my n***as f**ing b**hes, getting money cha ching Real n***as doing real things, powder