DJ Green Lantern and OT The Real - 4 Wheeler

Verse 1 (OT The Real)

When I'm dead and gone, they still gonna remember my name
Level ups came, from those nights on the steps in the rain
My man shot his homie, it was sad they was playing
Packaging caine, now the wall got fragments of brain
Where the fuck am I supposed to land after this game
It's like you gotta stand out and be strapped, this rap shit insane
You was a pussy and we caught you tryna hide it
Like a child molester, clutching on his binder when status sheets came
These rappers is pussy, I been known about it
Smacked your homie on the honor block and I got thrown up out it
I got this forty that I roll through town with
And I don't wanna talk bout weight with anybody I ain't broke shit down with
I'm on a higher mode, you liked it went I was broke
Now I supply your folk and dip like you high off dope
Your big homie was a rat, facts, but I was woke
Now he rides with ghosts, I laugh about it while I smoke

Hook (OT The Real)

I'm a raw dealer, brick customer stealer
Money on your head, they gonna hit you and buy a four wheeler
We don't gotta go to war killer
I front my boys and let the shit they use to tranquilize a horse kill ya

Verse 2 (OT The Real)

I bet nobody try and rip with my mom's baby
These ghost guns hold the chips like Tom Brady
I only race when cop cars chase me
The raw cakey, so I been selling it already hard lately
Look at my zone like this what ya'll made me
I bet your dog pays me or Imma pay my dog to start blazing
He on the live loud, he tried to play me
The bull shot the whole back of his shit off, the docs could not save him
I heard your homie got his shit splattered
I hit the Dominican spot and copped me a big platter
This little 22 a shit bagger, it tags ya
You was laying on your back, look like you tryna swim backwards
This a PSA
The dope takes longer to kill him
But if you ain't tryna get booked, it's the cheapest way
I keep the Yay up in a secret place
He on the run for a body already, he ain't worried boutif he beat ya case
I'm a raw dealer, brick customer stealer
Money on your head, they gonna hit you

Written by:
James D'Agostino, Stephen P. Odell

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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