4X4 Lyrics – Don Toliver

Read the full 4X4 lyrics by Don Toliver along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Don Toliver’s music, you can also explore HARDSTONE NATIONAL ANTHEM and Tore Up, two other songs by Don Toliver.

[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