Rap Game Awful (2023 Album)

Description:– 4 Of Us Lyrics Clavish ft. Rimzee, Tiny Boost & Youngs Teflon are Provided in this article. The track is lead by Clavish. This Track belongs to Rap Game Awful album. It is released on January 13, 2023.

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Song:– 4 Of Us
Singer:– Clavish
Featuring:– Rimzee, Tiny Boost & Youngs Teflon
Album:– Rap Game Awful
Producer:– HD Beats
Written:– Clavish, Youngs Teflon, Rimzee & Tiny Boost
Label:– Polydor Records

4 Of Us Lyrics Clavish ft. Rimzee, Tiny Boost & Youngs Teflon

[Intro: Youngs Teflon]
Uh-ha

[Verse 1: Youngs Teflon & Rimzee]
Mummy raised a good yute, but I’m bad like my surname Jackson
Fifty cent coins in this hand gun (Baow)
You ever heard the MAC ring? Ain’t nothing like a Samsung
And we was making snow fall way before Damson
Classmates turnt wet, they underneath the drier (Brr)
How they singing like Mariah? Turned the hood into a choir (How?)
Told mum “I’m going church”, I was handing out them flyers
I’m talking bout them samples, felt like Marlo in The Wire (Now, whatchu say, yeah?)
These niggas like mine, I ain’t met too many (Uh-uh)
Lay a finger on my dreads, they gon’ get thе semi
Uptown nights had me sweating Hеnny
Left with Jenny, gave me deep throat, I gave her Ben & Jerry’s
Catch me in the burbs, I’m just swerving through the lanes (Mm)
Got it overseas, my Cuban links ain’t a chain (Uh-uh)
She asked me what I’m on, I said, “World domination”
‘Cause me and my thoughts are like Pinky and the Brain
And niggas know the codes, don’t come outside without your bally
Stoney on the island, but you know we smoking Cali
Out in Santorini in the villa, I’m with Sally
By the seashores, I sold shells to the catties (Who did it?)
Me and akh done it twice, we’re pending on a triple (Verb)
XRP, we’re tryna let the coin ripple (Grrt)
I part it with the twin barrels, that’s a double dribble (Rimz, my brudda)
Pockets full of sweets (Uh), these ain’t Harribos or Skittles (Yo)

[Verse 2: Rimzee]
I just wanna eat Benihanas (I do)
Miss seven summers, shit I had to do for these Balenciagas (Ucks)
I make it look lit, but it’s been hard
Got rich off a SIM card (Brr), pull strings, no guitar
Outside was frying like dumplings (It was), but I couldn’t come in (Never)
Took mad L’s, but I won big (Facts)
Baguettes in the ring for all them years on the wing (Ah)
I hope Allah forgive me for my sins (Inshallah)
In them streets, I’m certi (Ah)
Tryna get a body on this ting, ain’t going Turkey (Grrah)
Had me queuing up for servery (Facts)
The hood raised me, block boy before JB
My come up was serious, JME (It was)
It’s hard to think about streaming
Got niggas doing life on some street shit
And niggas that ain’t breathing
I remember going dances with big Glocks
Sixty for the wrist watch, these niggas dancing on TikTok
Known for getting trappy and taping off roads (I am)
These rap niggas make it up as they go (Liars)
Late nights in the T, testing dinners on fiends
Send these dusty yutes to cunch and they’re coming back clean (Facts)
Upper Clapton Dream, I feel like Martin Luther (Ah)
Put me in a class full of trappers, I’ma come out the tutor (True stories)
Took mad losses, I can tell you how them L’s feel (Ah)
Or how to build a banging line from a jail cell (Wallahi)

[Verse 3: Tiny Boost]
They sleeping on my gang until the night I’m standing over ya (Standing over ya)
Headshot and we gon’ test out your obeah (Obeah)
Can’t stand around pigs and rats, got a phobia (I got a phobia)
I’m from Peckham where it’s protocol to keep a pole on ya
Hard body Boost bitch, don’t ask me for no soft line (Soft line)
I was seventeen on the Glock hype (Grrt, grrt)
Same way I still put your body on a lock knife (Bail)
Oh my god, what happened to Virgil? I’ma still get it off-white (For real)
It’s like everyday I wake up on the wrong side (On the wrong side)
True my main ones been gone for a long time (For a long time)
Murder squad, can’t roll if you ain’t never let your burner off (Grrt)
So much niggas sliding, I can’t tell you whose work it was (Grrt, grrt)
All I know is that we put it in (In)
There ain’t a block that I wouldn’t spin
Tiny Boost A.K.A. Mr. Walk Up and Let It Ring (Mm)
Certified O.G., bro, I’m a veteran (I’m a veteran)
And I ain’t gotta check the ting (Heh?), true I know it’s loaded (I know)
Mask on but he knows I smoked it (He knows)
Jakes on me, I don’t know who told ’em
Any little niggas wanna claim gangs these times (Gang, gang), they had no involvement (Gang)
No emotion when I’m fucking these hoes
I don’t care who’s inside, I’ll still run in your home
I’m tryna leave with the belly (With the belly), what’s beef? (What’s beef?)
You see beef is when you squeeze ’til it’s empty, it’s swell (Uh)

[Verse 4: Clavish]
I can’t stop Suedey from making songs about killing
I ain’t gotta follow or double tap, I’m still hitting
In the station but this time for something that I didn’t
In the booth, only time you might hear me try singing
My youngen back in the block, serving days, three nickings
I ain’t hit her since I hit, I ain’t tripping
Me, I hate cats but I make sure that I provide for my kittens
You ain’t ever had two spinners kissing, not twinning
Might put her in YSL, pissed I’m on the phone to her less than my clientele
Tagging up a nine, I can do it with my aisle scales
Feds thought Crash lined it up
And that’s why they said no when he applied for bail
When the bag’s orange, only time I’m tryna take a L
Waste of money ‘cah I ain’t even gonna do my bail
I ain’t tryna ride with no niggas scared to do the jail
If you get caught, he might do the tales
Yo, I was robbing phones way before I started fucking girls
Mum asked why I’m selling crack ‘cah it fucking sells
Firearms, what I’ma buy before I pay for nails
I got ten-tens from Liverpool to A-T-L
Used to rob older niggas, never used to shoplift
I jump on the stage and my fans doing mosh pits
Them niggas don’t like me cah I really does this
My nigga done it bait and got busted, free him up