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[Part I] [Intro] Woo-ooh-ooh [Chorus] Woo-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha) Four by four I’m back on road (Oh yeah) I’m back on gold Ooh-ooh-ooh (Damn) Four by four We back in mode Lil’ b!tch, we back for more Woo-ooh-ooh [Verse 1] I’m sipping drops I ride my motorcycle, make her pu*sy pop, woah I’m mad conceited and they got me feeling Wock’ I snatch them bands up, they thought they had it lock (You ain’t have s*it n!gga) (Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo) Jump up on it, ride it Got lil’ b vibing (I pop a T, valid) I break her cup down and this taste is so exotic Drop a beat, deposit, b!tch, I’m your autopilot [Chorus] Woo-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha) Four by four I’m back on road (Oh yeah) I’m back on gold Ooh-ooh-ooh (Damn) Four by four We back in mode Lil’ b!tch, we back for more [Verse 2] Running it, running it, running it up again She get to chew on this d!ck like it’s double mint I’m running this s*it like a government (I’m doing too much) Told the b!tch sit down, she doing too much N!ggas say they outside, gotta prove it to us Them little bitty Glock’s ain’t moving to us Get rolling, n!gga, I put ya in a blunt Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay She know too many rappers, get this b!tch up out my face Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr, okay She be fu*king broke n!ggas, b!tch ain’t got no taste But I got a ho right now that can fu*k me good and pour my drank (Eat it up) Her body must be recycle, ’cause this b!tch ain’t got no waist (Woo) The waist good, I’m gon wife you, you can get that ring today Pass my lean, baby, it’s full lime green, baby (Yee) [Chorus] Woo-ooh-ooh (Ha, ha) Four by four I’m back on road (Oh yeah) I’m back on gold Ooh-ooh-ooh (Damn) Four by four We back in mode Lil’ b!tch, we back for more [Part II] [Verse] Why these lil’ n!ggas don’t like me? Why these lil’ n!ggas don’t like me? I pulled up clean in the Harley Then I snatched off ’cause I’m way too cocky I’m fu*kin this (Fu*king this), stained my shirt Oh damn, it stained my white tee (Damn) Thank God my son an Aquemini, he was way too close to a Pisces (I pull up in a Maybach truck, in the three hunnid inside, n!gga it’s a sight see) If any n!gga out here got a problem with the Don I swear to God, n!gga, you could fight me I’m fu*kin this (Fu*king this), stained my shirt Oh damn, it stained my white tee I been playing with the choppa, I’ll cut a muhfu*ker I’ll move like a young Pooh Shiesty. 4X4 lyrics – Don Toliver : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsBull.com