MC Tree G - On Dem 4's

{Chorus}
Rap took a nigga out the country (Out the country)
Trap gave a nigga a bunch of money and
Backstage fucking with them hoes
Down (?...) nice Chevy on them fours
On them fours man, on them fours man
On them fours man, on them fours man
On them fours man they like oh man
Them hoes treat me like I went gold man

{Verse 1}
Couple bitches I put the flex on
Can't leave 'em like they did put a hex on
Or their necks strong
Or their ex gone
Bout a hundred bitches here without protection (Wow)
Three other brothers how I'm the best one
View to God, my God give me suggestions
And way before the rapping and the pro tools
I was in the projects with them old schools
I was with the robbers and them old fools
Colorado, and Impalas man my clothes new
Every other ho new, every other ho new
These dinners is expensive and these hoes too
Catch me in Nevada
Walk around Prada
Sneakers with (?...) I'm the leader you should follow
Real shit nigga, all my momma taught was class
Fuck about the fame, all I really want the cash but I

{Chorus}
Rap took a nigga out the country (Out the country)
Trap gave a nigga a bunch of money and
Backstage fucking with them hoes
Down (?...) nice Chevy on them fours
On them fours man, on them fours man
On them fours man, on them fours man
On them fours man they like oh man
Them hoes treat me like I went gold man

{Verse 2}
Bitches would skate on me swore they would wait for me and
Homies who ate on me try and hate on me so
I keep the eight on me, they don't play with me no
I tell a bitch I',m coming wait on me ho
What they gon' say to me Joe?
I'm from the city where they say that we broke
But we steady drinking rolling up dope
And I know I know I know
I need to say I'm focused on this deal shit
I just made a hundred thousand on some real shit

{Chorus}
Rap took a nigga out the country (Out the country)
Trap gave a nigga a bunch of money and
Backstage fucking with them hoes
Down (?...) nice Chevy on them fours
On them fours man, on them fours man
On them fours man, on them fours man
On them fours man they like oh man
Them hoes treat me like I went gold man

{Verse 3}
Couple bad bitches in my sheets (Yes sir)
Ten, eleven, twelve strains in my keef nigga (Yes sir)
Leather and grain on the seats nigga (Yes sir)
Old homies calling me the chief nigga
Louie V flippers on the feet nigga
New Jack City type of jeeps nigga
Anything you need we got it cheap, zippers
Leaders, just don't bring police nigga