Young Thug - 4 Da Gang lyrics

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Young Thug - 4 Da Gang lyrics

[Intro] I get big high This a big guy, yeah Yeah, (?) got you Woo, yeah [Verse 1] We don't never stop at red lights at night, n---a “Nah” We don't never stop at red lights at night, n---a “No” Two letters, a P and a J, for all my flights, n---a “Private jet” Two letters, a P and a J, for all my flights, n---a I'm drinking a fifth a day, and I'm rocking my ice, n---a You see my plain Patek, cost Jerry Rice, n---a I spent over 80k, just last night, n---a d**h can't get in my way Don't believe the hype, n---a Now myself impeccable, and I'm so precise, n---a It can be in the day time, we don't stop at the light, n---a When I woke up at noon, I had went past the moon Got a seven car garage, I done ran out of room Everything over a quarter, Audemar on my daughter She rocking her third Rolley, I can't help but spoil her I was born a drug task, when my mom gave birth I used to show up in cla**, on Tuesday's and Thursday's Go check my profile, I beat the verdict I was kicking it in overdrive, for Seth Firkins My diamonds certified, my trigger working Got it out the mud, baby, that's why my cups dirty Yeah, yeah [Hook/Chorus] Now everything I do for my gang gang Even though I made it on the Forbes', ain't a thing changed I got more money than I ever had, I can take some more pain You got booked for a controlled substance, I want more drank It's like a funeral when they see me, 'cause these hoes faint I done got used to dead homies, I stay in the bank Ain't got one more tear to shed on me, all my son's straight I put Casino in my will, n---a, I'm a die with this cake [Verse 2] I take the plastic off the seal a trillion miles away I know every n---a with my gone k**, so I stay out the way I ain't gotta walk around with my steel 'cause the streets made me I still keep a chopper at arm's reach, 'cause I stay faded Them percocets got my homie arm itching, I'ma still take 'em I can finesse him without pulling out my gun, and they gone still hate me I'm a nine figure n---a, we ain't never worried about murder cases My slime n---a, buy 'em a Bugatti on your birthday Every time we plead, we plead not guilty in the first place I look my demon in the face, I'm booted up the worst way She want my s---n, so she can run with it and take it to the bank I can't grieve, 'cause ain't none of my grandma bills late I bought my mom a mansion and it came with a lake I'm so real, my day one got every code to my safe I told my ex hoes, “can't nobody take my place” I know I'm a rockstar and that's on everything [Hook/Chorus] Now everything I do for my gang gang Even though I made it on the Forbes', ain't a thing changed I got more money than I ever had, I can take some more pain You got booked for a controlled substance, I want more drank It's like a funeral when they see me, 'cause these hoes faint I done got used to dead homies, I stay in the bank Ain't got one more tear to shed on me, all my son's straight I put Casino in my will, n---a, I'm a die with this cake

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