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Amuse - 4 Starz Lyrics

[Intro]
It's Kp4x and you fuckin' with Smash
Fuck nigga

[Verse]
Fuck her mouth, fuck her face, then don't fuck with her (Ayy)
I never had no love for her, so I keep it a buck with her
You finna have a baby with that bitch, I'ma bust in her
You never had no chopper that just spit, when you bust, nigga (Brrah)
Fuck a friend, fuck a bitch, and fuck love, nigga (Ayy)
These bitches ain't a hunnid
Ain't no fifties, all dubs, nigga, duck
I'ma aim this muhfucka at your mug, nigga (Pop yo' shit)
He ain't me, when they hear that ying, they like, "Yuck nigga" (Goddamn)
This shit I invest in myself or these drugs, nigga (Smash)
I could get the money back quicker with the plug, nigga
But I'ma have to stash it at the crib, my momma stay trippin'
She hate when she can smell the pack, so I know she gon' hate this one
Heroin, it's just the liquid in my cup, nigga
I got my second pistol, she found out, it was up, nigga
Yo' momma used to smack you in the mouth if you cuss, nigga (Shh)
Yo' granny used to kick you out the house, you a scrub, nigga (You a punk)
You posted at your bitches house, I bet you love to scrub dishes
You hate gettin' money, but I see you love to fuck bitches (Bumass)
Niggas broke, that shit sad, I can't fuck with it
When I see one of my niggas down bad, I pick him up, nigga
But you wouldn't even do that shit if you was up, nigga
It's sad to see a nigga get pulled down by who came up with him (Ayy)
Shh, these niggas hoes, so I can't fuck with 'em
I might put some bucks up in them hoes, don't put no trust in 'em (Ayy)
I might cop two KSG-15's and put some bucks in 'em
Walkin' with them bitches in my sweatpants like, "Fuck denim" (Smash)
Oh, I hate a snake nigga that just love venom
Big Backwoods, but it's bodies and it's blood in 'em
And that slice slidin' like a knife, but it's cuts in 'em
Put hypodermic needles in his clip and shoot 'em up with him
Act like I was tryin' to kick it, set somethin' up with him
Then stab one of your homies after we go to the club with him
Shit, I just got four stars
I popped a nigga out the belt, and hung him by his Goyard
I posted on my story like I'm up in Fashion Show mall
But really we was grass layin' nigga, we in your yards
Nigga, get me activated, I'm captivated
Pop you twenty times, no exaggeration (Bitch)
It ain't no gesture, drastic measures when that ratchet wavin'
Watch a bullet make a entrance while his soul evacuating
[Outro]
Smash