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Andrew Dring - 4 Shots Feat Saeed Lyrics

[Ranger Andy]

(Good God)

Coming at you fucking live from the oven and
Busting out the back with the running man
3 Jaw Cracks had me do the fucking money dance
So don't knock me down, I'll get up again

I skipped D.A.R.E to tear it up in France
Now I got your mother's mother at the function taking off of my pants
I met your sister & we're making plans
I'm at the rally kissing babies & I'm shaking hands

Aye Cash, Cash fucking up the facts though
Hey put some bloody marry up in this tabasco
Bitches jumping in the pool like an asshole
I think the splash though is fucking up my backstroke

So hey you're really winning? I just ashed it on your linen
Crease them fucking forces, fuck thеm lim editions
Pulled up to the gym & you ain't even get a lift in
Then pulled out like you only had the tip in

I heard 4 shots, 4 blocks I ain't follow the news
You had 4 shots to get me, why you only pop 2? Dummy
A couple thousand on a couple bags for me, if you wanna have a couple jabs toward me
Motherfucker
[SAEED]

It's been determined my greatest vision like Malcolm
Kill a n**** for outcome, kill a n**** for income
I will never be outdone, I was raised in the dungeon
Murder is in my system, I'm utilizing my blessings

Who let the boys in?
Don't you know the boys inside your food like poison
I guess they're seasoned, sprinkled all in your kitchen
Eat a rapper for breakfast, every meal is delicious
My appetite is tremendous

Fuck em all, [?] it anymore
I done made it my own, I'm working it to the core
I got 4 slots, 4 shots, for your whole crew
Hit your 4 spots, 4 dots, with a W

We don't take losses, we our own bosses
Fuck with me ain't playing it safe I built your ass a coffin
I put your ass in a box just like the post office
& send your mom some letters like it was late Christmas
Bitch