[Intro: killfazos]
(FINLINCE! on the beat)
Uh, uh, gang, bitch
Uh, uh, gang, bitch
Uh, uh, gang, bitch
Gang, bitch, taah

[Chorus: killfazos]
I walk in your crib like I'm number four (Four)
I'm takin' your shit like I'm number four (Number four)
All white shoes like I'm number four (Four)
Blonde haired n***a, like number four (Four)

[Verse 1: killfazos]
Big ass chain like I'm from the O (Uh-huh)
Your bitch is a thot, she givin' out throat (On God)
Spent five bands on a Moncler coat (Okay)
These baggy ass jeans like I'm number four (Four)
I'm a mad ass n***a, like I'm number four (Four)
I'm a bad ass n***a, like I'm number four (Four)
I got the cup, pour it up slow (Slow)
And I'm with the gang, Kids Next Door (On God)
And I'm with the gang like I'm on a show (Okay)
If I do a hit, number one, blow (On God)
And we killin' your ass, number two, joke (On God)
We got number threes, number four, choke (Ew)
And I be with my n***as, like number five (Huh)
If you talk on the gang, ten of y'all die
We up on a mission, my mom was like, "Why?"
We takin' your shit, go ahead and cry (Cry)
[Chorus: killfazos]
I walk in your crib like I'm number four (Uh-huh)
I'm takin' your shit like I'm number four (Four)
All white shoes like I'm number four (Like number four)
Blonde haired n***a, like number four
I walk in your crib like I'm number four
I'm takin' your shit like I'm number four
All white shoes like I'm number four
Blonde haired n***a, like number four

[Verse 2: Specxfic]
(Brr)
I do not care (No, huh)
Look at my left hand, strap in the air (Huh)
I do not know, like, where would I go? (Huh, huh)
I'm with the gang, I ain't talkin' 'bout 4 (Huh, huh)
I'm a real slime, I ain't talkin' sito
He want a feat, he gon' pay the fee though
Indian plug in a fuckin' tree though
Mexican plug and he got a kilo (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm the dog, I don't got a tick
Right, left, I step in some Ricks (Ew)
Slide and he finna die (Die)
Keep the .9 on my side (Yeah)
I ain't even gotta lie
Heard your song and I died
I'm in the sky like a kite
That n***a broke, he got hit with a bike
N***a got hit with a trike
4ersona too good and they don't like
.556 going to his stomach
I get the ball, I'ma punt it
Walk in the trap with a Moncler coat and some luggage
Like you ain't a man no more
I'm too high, can't land no more
Watch how I shoot, bucket, score
I got a shooter, can't be on the go
I put Slump on his head, 'cause he talk on the low
[Verse 3: Slump6s]
I need a tissue, 'cause a n***a sick
Shout-out the 4, bitch, I'm number 6
You throwin' some fours, call that shit a fit
N***a, I'm with the 4's, posted on the fifth
You wanna go? Let's get it
Soon as I back out the pole, he shitted
I told my soldiers to go, they did it
That n***a ready to rat, "He did it!"
Told her that I like it bald like alopecia
I play the ho like some keys, no Alicia
Big fat-ass chop and it's ready to eat you
Big fat-ass pockets, I ain't sellin' features
It's crazy, I know two n***as named Fazo
One got a choppa and one got a K, though
I send a pack overseas like I'm Kato
Chop got a scope, now it's really like FaZe, ho
Said he got money, he ain't gettin' paid though
Said that's your bitch, n***a, that ain't your bae though
Your ho with me, n***a, where did your bae go?
We put a hole in his body, bagel
Everything 'bout that n***a is cap, fable
Gravity makin' him fall, Mabel
Bitch, I be sippin' on syrup, maple
Think she a wife, she a leg, table
I run in your crib like I'm number six
I can't walk out the house without grabbin' my blick
Four plus five, bitch, that equals nine
So you get a .9 to your ligament
Ugh, bitch you need a mint
My n***as shootin' that shit like Nick
We finna catch that lil' boy, no miss
Ten hoes in the party, that's four plus six, bitch
[Verse 4: che]
Ahh, Che on the beat (Ahh)
Can someone tell me why we screamin'?
That ho, she pissed off, left her with semen
I give no fucks though, bitch, I'm a demon
I got two white plugs, Louie and Leland
I got a white ho, came with some seasons
I'll shoot a n***a, like, what was the reason?
He throwin' up C's, now the fuck n***a bleedin'
He got shot in his chest, Angelino
What the fuck goin' on with the muhfuckin' beat, ho?
Bitch, I'm Romani, I stay with the freak hoes
Told the fuck n***a, "Give me that shit 'cause I need those"
N***a got locked in the pound, I ain't talkin' 'bout Kilo
N***as get bagged like a chip, whole Dorito
Ho schizophrenic, she feelin' like Rino
These n***as be monkey, go swing from a tree, though
And this shooter like Taliban, bitch, fuck Vlo
You ain't gettin' no props fuckin' internet treesh ho
Hold on, I'm tired, bitch, I need a nap
I got your ho with her face on my lap
You ain't no trap n***a, ho, you be cap
Man, I dare a trap n***a to walk in my trap
Now that fuck n***a missin', he vanished (Poof-poof)
Bulletproof vest, he got left with some damage
I'ma cut a n***a off, like, like "Get him a bandage"
I be throwin' up 4 while a lil' n***a dancin', bitch