C4 Too Trill

[DC2Trill:]
You gotta dig it
(Nick on the track)

C4, pass me the C4, finna blow a nigga up
Nigga ain't got no money, talking 'bout, "Pour a nigga up"
He a window shopper, went in Saks broke as fuck
Got some pills stuffed in my sock, on the block posted up
Still gon' fuck even though she a gold digger
I guess that mean she ain't fucking with these broke niggas
Hi-Tech, red glass, that shit pour different
By the time I'm ninety-two, done ran through four kidneys
Laughing straight to the bank
It's too much gas in here, I'ma need an oxygen tank
You at the bottom, bitch, I checked your rank
Fucking this M.I.L.F. that I met in WeHo
Nigga, this our paint, Deebo
Poured an eight, now we slow
Niggas be sweeter than candyman
Drank man, handyman
Hit me a lick, then I roll up some dank
Say he gon' rob, no, he ain't
Zaza pounds came in the Tahoe
Turtle, man, I'm moving slow
On a tractor
Chrome Heart interior off a potent four (Yeah)
Say he getting bread, no, he don't
My check clear, okie-doke
Clip long, Pinocchio
She put toosie in her nose

[CEO Trayle:]
C4 the motherfucking quarterback, give and go
Ayy, pulled up, brought five of them sticks just to do a show
Ayy, I'll send my bitch out there to recruit some hoes
Ayy, ayy, I'm getting some money, I don't care what they doing, though
Uh, dropped a six of the Trish, got me moving slow
And when she pissed with her nigga, she come deep throat
I steal the money from the church like I'm Creflo
Backdoored the nigga for some Percs, now I creep low
Bitch just a cheap ho
Uh, thirty shot, no free throw
Uh, might roll a hundred bleezos
You got it, then I need those
It's Mr. C4, high-speed to keep throwed
Get away from five-oh
Uh, stashing my kilos
Uh, how I became the big boss, ain't no cheat codes
Ayy, ayy, change the bitch, change my sheets
Oh, lil' nigga, it's a switch on that, so be careful
Ayy, I bet you won't go get no get-back, lil' nigga, I dare you
Ayy, and you ain't even been listening to the shit that I tell you
Ayy, just give an address, lil' nigga, and I'm gon' mail you
Ayy, it was me and broski at the store
Ayy, a pussy nigga tried to scope me, I didn't know
Ayy, lil' nigga, I didn't have no OG, I had to know
I was just Chrome Heart down at my fucking show
Ayy, I go Goyard down, then I fuck a ho
Ayy, I can't put my gun down, so don't even ask me
I just got the top from Tiffany, I'm fucking Ashley
I'm getting top again, she notice that her knees ashy
Ayy, I thought the J's was on the car, but they speed past me
Nigga, I eat what I kill, we not even fasting
Uh, come around that car up out that cut blasting
Uh, throw your CD out the window, trashed it
If you ain't real, you can't be around
Switch the gears, go out of town
Meet the migo, cop the pounds
Get the drank and spread it 'round
Ayy, ayy, I'm all for the make drink cheap again campaign
Ayy, fucked her in Chicago, she drove back to the Champaign
Bitches say, "4, make it rain"
Ayy, you ain't with us, then you a stain
I'll up the Glock on that whole thing
I'll Chief Keef, hear, "Bang, bang"
Uh, I just popped my last Perc 15, I need a 30
Uh, page ain't private, I ain't hiding, bitch, do I look like I'm worried? 4

[DC2Trill:]
C4, pass me the C4, finna blow a nigga up
Nigga ain't got no money, talking 'bout, "Pour a nigga up"
He a window shopper, went in Saks broke as fuck
Got some pills stuffed in my sock, on the block posted up

My lil' Kel got me up
Posted on the block, I'm just waiting for this lil' package
Nigga, this ain't no zaza, that's a motherfucking catfish
Cashing, leaning, you behind just like an adlib
Trayle, let's go rob niggas (Oh, let's go), fuck this rap shit
This guy icy and he loaded, must've forgot that it was like this
Get off that nigga dick, always rapping 'bout what he did
Futuristic gun, vaporize 'em like an e-cig
He went broke after EDD, nigga, we still lit
Threw a thousand at the strip club, nigga, I guess we tricked