4Am
Sway, ay
4AM in the morning
Shawdy keep blowing my phone
No I can't answer no calls
Baby girl you did me wrong
Steady, working on a low
I be grindin with my bros
They were sleeping coz I'm broke
Told that hoes leave me alone
4AM in the morning
Shawdy keep blowing my phone
No I can't answer no calls
Baby girl you did me wrong
Steady, working on a low
I be grindin with my bros
They were sleeping coz I'm broke
Told that hoe leave me alone
(Told that hoe leave me alone)
Leave me alone
(Told that hoe leave me alone)
Leave me alone
Ay, yea
Shit
Oh shit! O.G, better get a couple G's for that double G
Real G, keep it low key
Ain't no lower case
Never catch a case, I plead the fifth
Coz I've seen alot of niggas really bleed
Open up, let me in, let me eat
Show up, show off every time I'm on a beat
Show em all how I'm hungry as a beast
All these rappers, hmm!
Treat em like my feast
There's alot of hunger out there in the streets
We just all working hard to get the cheese
Growing knowing you don't have a pot to piss
Started balling, didn't even have a miss
Suddenly lil shawdy wanna kiss
Did the math, she just tryna buy a weave
Cop some keef, roll a spliff, climb a hill
And I never seem to worry 'bout a bitch
I'm too young to even worry 'bout the bills
I'm too young to even worry 'bout a kid
Pressures real and I ain't even pop a pill
4AM in the morning
Shawdy keep blowing my phone
No I can't answer no calls
Baby girl you did me wrong
Steady, working on a low
I be grindin with my bros
They were sleeping coz I'm broke
Told that hoes leave me alone
4AM in the morning
Shawdy keep blowing my phone
No I can't answer no calls
Baby girl you did me wrong
Steady, working on a low
I be grindin with my bros
They were sleeping coz I'm broke
Told that hoe leave me alone
(Told that hoe leave me alone)
Leave me alone
(Told that hoe leave me alone)
Leave me alone
Ay, yea
Shit
Oh shit! O.G, better get a couple G's for that double G
Real G, keep it low key
Ain't no lower case
Never catch a case, I plead the fifth
Coz I've seen alot of niggas really bleed
Open up, let me in, let me eat
Show up, show off every time I'm on a beat
Show em all how I'm hungry as a beast
All these rappers, hmm!
Treat em like my feast
There's alot of hunger out there in the streets
We just all working hard to get the cheese
Growing knowing you don't have a pot to piss
Started balling, didn't even have a miss
Suddenly lil shawdy wanna kiss
Did the math, she just tryna buy a weave
Cop some keef, roll a spliff, climb a hill
And I never seem to worry 'bout a bitch
I'm too young to even worry 'bout the bills
I'm too young to even worry 'bout a kid
Pressures real and I ain't even pop a pill
Credits
Writer(s): Sanele Khambula
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.