Z-ro - 4's & 3's lyrics

[Hook - 4x] I say them 3rd Coast G's, roll on 4's and 3's Popping trunk and blowing skunk, the dropper's raining TV's [Grace] We Southside G's swang 4's and 3's, customized B-L-A-D's Pulling up on droppers and choppers, and both be raining TV's Customized candy paint dripping, everyday all day parlay sipping 84's and 4's on the crack jump Lac, but the V-12 20 is tipping We Southwest thoed and we tripping, steady bouncing turn on crunk corners Fin to do that blue like Screw, and see my candy street raised diploma First the Lac in the wind, Escalade navigating the Hummer Gripping my wood it's understood, blue candy gray leather runner Chopping boys up for the summer, like B.G. b**h I'm a stunner Straight Profit soldier sitting swoll, low key down low on the under Doing my thang as I swang, on nothing but 4's and 3's Live by my life on the hustle, stay on my Q's and P's Stack a thee put out c.d.'s, and keep my big body swanging Up in the S as I blast, parlaying smoking and drinking Hogging the lane we swang, the 4's and tre's be poking We Southside riders true gliders, tipping on haters we toking [Hook - 4x] [Z-Ro] I'm a k**er for real you better ask somebody, me and F-A-T up in a black Mazeratti Z-Ro pimping the pen and getting dividends, with a shank that'll finger f** your body I'mma do my thang when I grip the grain, turning everybody head in the turning lane Running up on me murder mayn, I'm sipping on codeine f** a hurricane And I'mma roll on 4's running up the block, I ball out of control at Ridgevan at the spot 20 shots out a Glock with a beam on top, and everybody go to running in the parking lot TV's in the head rest got k**er for stress, a lil' Gucci unit everytime I dress You don't get another chance with a first impress, so when I pick up the mic a n***a bound to wreck n***a what's up vato como estas, leather coat pipe bomb with chrome on red tires I'mma shoot to k** steady flipping in a coupe deville, Guerilla Maab make a motherf**er neck break Trying to watch it's so obvious that be geeking, I know they be trying to stop Steady reclining tops, I got a beam on n***as don't act right I bet they gon mind my dot Z-Ro and Grace making a motherf**ing get away, put the sh** back in the Jag So put the white cup back in the pack, and I'mma put a pad back in the pen Benjamin Franklin back in the stack If you swang tonight you gon ride, f** around and get crunk and that a** gon slide Gripping the grain up in the turning lane, coming down South mayn nothing but that Southside [Hook - 4x] [Grace] When we rolling we swolling, true playas sit fat down South Knocking our cavities freezing gravity, blue baguettes in the mouth Sevilles and wheel spokes turning, codeine drank and we burning When we co*k heat up in cognito, steady dipping the sherms [Wood] I'm coming down I'm showing up, I'm po'ing up I'm popping trunk I'm mashing candy coated car, and that Grace he got the skunk We ride on 4's and ride 3's, on V-O-G-U-E's Radios touch screen, and the TV DVD You can see the trunk waving, leaving every city location Counter-clockwise smoking weed, and it's burning in rotation Skating across the Interstate, the laws want to arrest a G Cause I'm with the S.U.C., in a SUV and our recipe Is blow on the dank and, po' up the drank Drive a slab like a tank and, stack up all your bank Cause it's all about the dolla, playa M-O-B I ride on 4's and ride 3's, it's the W double O-D [Hook - 10x]