4 A.M. Freestyle (feat. 3k)
That slow shit sound hard it did
Slow it down I don't know how to
Alright
Check
Yeah
Yeah
One way
Splash
Yeah
Check
Mhmm
Check
Look
Ay
Ay
Check
You say that you fuck with a nigga
I don't see know no difference
Take a perc just to get up and lift
The bitch say she loving me but tell the truth ain't no love only love with the lean
That I sip
I can't cuff no hoe I hate that
Tryna take one of mines then it's payback
I stack up the cash like a hay stack
4 Pockets full just like a Arab
I can see in her eyes
That she built by disguise
She tryna fuck on my guys
Tryna' fuck with a nigga to speak on some shit
Tryna lower a young nigga pride
But nah I can't fall for no bitch man these bitches be flexin
Get in the pussy and speak like the reverend
You niggas lame you coming in second
I just bought a new AP to fuck up the blessing
She say she wanted to kick back
Break that lil' hoe like a Kit-Kat
You take mines we gon' get back
Can't trip bout no hoe cause I hit that
And send em off like it's CashApp
I done had the lil bitch I can't back track
You niggas you duck Aflac
She get sick on the dick like a hazmat
Know that I came from the struggle
All of these females they want me cause I bought em bundles
If I get the pack I won't fumble
I mix my codeine with Sprite and I hope I don't stumble
I know that I came from the struggle
But my music kept me out of trouble
No one hit wonder when I hit Apple Music know all of my hits on shuffle
Bust out the Lambo
Not enough money on me
Had to pull up to the bank
She want a sample but I ain't messing with shordie
I had to tell her no thanks
I had to run it up
Imma just go til I got enough
All these money got me acting up
A-all this money got me acting up
If I feel it's something then imma be with it
My patnas they know I'm on go
I went rag to riches
I added these digits
Now I'm living out of control
It took a long time just to get this thing jumping
When I pull up to venues hear my music bumping
Shordie want love no reason to dub it
When I'm in the wraith know that I'm gon be gunning
She say she wanted to kick back
Break that lil' hoe like a Kit-Kat
You take mines we gon get back
Can't trip bout no hoe cause I hit that
And send em off like it's CashApp
I done had the lil bitch I can't back track
You niggas you duck Aflac
She get sick on the dick like a hazmat
Slow it down I don't know how to
Alright
Check
Yeah
Yeah
One way
Splash
Yeah
Check
Mhmm
Check
Look
Ay
Ay
Check
You say that you fuck with a nigga
I don't see know no difference
Take a perc just to get up and lift
The bitch say she loving me but tell the truth ain't no love only love with the lean
That I sip
I can't cuff no hoe I hate that
Tryna take one of mines then it's payback
I stack up the cash like a hay stack
4 Pockets full just like a Arab
I can see in her eyes
That she built by disguise
She tryna fuck on my guys
Tryna' fuck with a nigga to speak on some shit
Tryna lower a young nigga pride
But nah I can't fall for no bitch man these bitches be flexin
Get in the pussy and speak like the reverend
You niggas lame you coming in second
I just bought a new AP to fuck up the blessing
She say she wanted to kick back
Break that lil' hoe like a Kit-Kat
You take mines we gon' get back
Can't trip bout no hoe cause I hit that
And send em off like it's CashApp
I done had the lil bitch I can't back track
You niggas you duck Aflac
She get sick on the dick like a hazmat
Know that I came from the struggle
All of these females they want me cause I bought em bundles
If I get the pack I won't fumble
I mix my codeine with Sprite and I hope I don't stumble
I know that I came from the struggle
But my music kept me out of trouble
No one hit wonder when I hit Apple Music know all of my hits on shuffle
Bust out the Lambo
Not enough money on me
Had to pull up to the bank
She want a sample but I ain't messing with shordie
I had to tell her no thanks
I had to run it up
Imma just go til I got enough
All these money got me acting up
A-all this money got me acting up
If I feel it's something then imma be with it
My patnas they know I'm on go
I went rag to riches
I added these digits
Now I'm living out of control
It took a long time just to get this thing jumping
When I pull up to venues hear my music bumping
Shordie want love no reason to dub it
When I'm in the wraith know that I'm gon be gunning
She say she wanted to kick back
Break that lil' hoe like a Kit-Kat
You take mines we gon get back
Can't trip bout no hoe cause I hit that
And send em off like it's CashApp
I done had the lil bitch I can't back track
You niggas you duck Aflac
She get sick on the dick like a hazmat
Credits
Writer(s): Syrus Kamara, Willie Anderson
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