404 Boyz Lyrics - Fortebowie

404 Boyz 

by ForteBowie 

[Hook] 

Had to go and get it on my own 

Can't no nigga say he put me on 

404 Boyz coming strong 

Yeah dem 404 Boyz coming strong 

(Repeat) 

[Verse 1] 

I had to stand up on my own two feet 

Why these niggas still here frontin on me 

Niggas say they love you ain't no trust up in the streets 

Long Live Bankroll I'm yellin out Streeeet 

Yea they start trippin when you hit em wit the fee 

You ain't really wit me if you think I work for free. 

Playin wit the bread boy that's automatic beef 

Flash you with the piece, like nigga say cheese 

Like em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican, Lebonese 

RIP Phife Dawg, love to Tip, Ali Shaheed 

You and all yo friends baby that's the shit I need 

You and all yo friends baby that's the shit I need 

Gon say a prayer leave dem niggas on they knees 

God please forgive em for they cannot fuck with me 

Young Alonzo Mourning bitch I'm ballin wit the Heat 

Tell em hit my line cause I'm somewhere overseas 

[Hook] 

[Verse 2] 

Flip the game on a 180 turn a 180 to a 360 

I don't trust these so-so's all my day 1s yea they still with me 

All them niggas tryna steal the sauce naw they ain't tryna really build wit me 

Southside, boy we outside the metro line but we still city 

These boys can't hold us 

Stiff arm like hold up 

Callin out my name but these niggas don't know us 

Keep saying I don't act the same I done switched up and blowed up 

Bitch it's called progression I done fucked round and growed up 

Fresh to death like a million bucks 

Heard they hatin I could really give a million fucks 

How you look me in my eye and say you really wit us 

Don't play no games wit me, nigga I ain't one of these ducks 

I was ridin on Candler with that Fleetwood Mac on 

She gon hit my line, this my Glenwood bat phone 

Said her ex-man aint really have a backbone 

She gon blow me like a sax-phone 

[Hook]