Official '4's Up' Lyrics by Fredo Bang

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Read the official lyrics to '4's Up' by Fredo Bang. The song was co-produced by Jahmoni, BboyBeatz and Bj Beatz.

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Fredo Bang - 4's Up Lyrics

Intro
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Yeah

Chorus
Fours up (Fours up), yeah, roll something (Roll something)
If your pole up, nigga, put your soul up (Ah)
Southside (Southside), off mine (Off mine, BMoney, who that is?)
Huh, I heard he came outside, nigga, it's about time (Bboy dripping that sauce)

Verse 1
Bitch, I ain't got no cut on me, these pistols stuck to me
I point at him, it's R.I.P., who the fuck he 'posed to be?
My price is low like DoubleTree, I got a dub on me
You piss me off, I'll make you sleep, can't put no trust in me
I got niggas out the city rocking niggas, tryna ah, ah
I'm known to get busy, tell the police that I stopped now
Postmark to watch my work, you beef with me, it ain't no stop signs
I've been posting my location, tryna bring 'em outside
Can't say too much, it's confidential, break the rules, I'm presidential
Killer smile, just check my dentals, I smile in every picture
He wanna step, I see potential, hit the whip, no fender bender
My new lil' son ain't got no name, hit her once, now he a member

Chorus
Fours up (Fours up), yeah, roll something (Roll something)
If your pole up, nigga, put your soul up (Ah)
Southside (Southside), off mine (Off mine)
Huh, I heard he came outside, nigga, it's about time
Fours up (Fours up), woes up (Hold up)
I'm back from the dead, look who showed up (Look who showed up)
Ball up (Fours), hold up (Bop, bop)
Any nigga play, he getting rolled up (Grr)

Verse 2
Step on the scene, they know the business (Yeah)
Nigga try, my fingers itching (Bop)
I throw my hood in every city (Four)
Low-key don't want attention
I'm deadly, you should keep your distance (Keep your distance)
I drop a pretty penny (Yeah, yeah)
I'm clutching, I forgot to mention (Ha)
I tucked it by my jewelry (Ha)
Hollows leave his stomach hot (Baow)
I do my Diddy bop (Yee)
No lackin', got the glizzy out (Got the glizzy out)
Cook him like tater tots
Don't play with him, better know your place (Yeah)
Closed casket, take his face (Take his face)
Try to run, we giving chase (Grr)
He better count his days (Grr)

Chorus
Fours up (Fours up), yeah, roll something (Roll something)
If your pole up, nigga, put your soul up (Ah)
Southside (Southside), off mine (Off mine)
Huh, I heard he came outside, nigga, it's about time
Fours up (Fours up), woes up (Hold up)
I'm back from the dead, look who showed up (Look who showed up)
Ball up (Fours), hold up (Bop, bop)
Any nigga play, he getting rolled up (Grr)

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