Playboi Carti – 4Tspoon lyrics

[Intro: Yung Bans]
25,8,6,7,8, (Bans)
I just asked my good lord for another day (thank God)
Got my niggas in the bay, shooters in L.A
Keep some hitters in Atlanta, boolin every-
Stop that, bring it back
This shit is hot, this is a certified hood classic
(Four tablespoons, four tablespoons)
Damn son, where'd you find this?
(Four tablespoons, four tablespoons)

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
25,8,6,7,8, (Bans)
I just asked my good lord for another day (thank God)
Got my niggas in the bay, shooters in L.A
Keep some hitters in Atlanta, boolin everyday
Baby give me good face with that pretty face
Gotta nice slim waist, high end taste
Bet a nigga needed space, always in my way
Don't bring that shit my way, we not cool by the way
Bitches hoppin' on my wave, swallowing my babies
In that new G-Mercedes, bitch named Mercedes (skrrt, skrrt)
Ah, ah, bitch named Mercedes, and that new G-Mercedes
Bitch named Mercedes

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Bitch come my way but don't bring nothing my way
All I want is face then get out my face
Yea that nigga hate but he stay in his place
.38, right in yo face
Playboi keep a bunny, right in his face
Ass so fat, she gone give me face
Feragamo waist, Burberry my taste
Nigga hit my line, 2 phones come my way
I'm with a rich hoe, wait
Tell me where ya stay, tell me where you at
Be right there, go pick em up, hit me right back
(Four tablespoons, four tablespoons)
On this lean, 24 nigga
Dogs sendin' 20 foes nigga

[Outro]
Coke, dope, crack, smack, weed, E's and CD's, they got it all
This is a certified hood classic