4AM IN FLAWDA. (LP Version)
Hoes played in my face then act like they don't recall
I'm not under nunna' you bums, lil bitch I free ball
(Yeah, yeah)
Yes I made it to the top, but I don't see y'all
These rappers demand respect, I get that by default
Tell 'em back back
On heads, I'm a Snapback
If you throwing shade, it don't apply, why would I catch that?
I'm the bitch these bitches laughed at, and now they back track
They know I'm on fire, these rappers can never match that
Fuck up a check and I run it back up, while they struggle to trap out a bando
I talk my shit, but I'm not finna argue with bitches who do what they can, though
Ain't nobody touchin' me, Step in this bitch and I'm fuckin' shit up like I'm Rambo
They lookin' for me while I'm chillin' with Mally and Numba One Jayy in Orlando
I can't be friends with a beef-er, That's not yo real homie, you hoes got a trauma bond
I heard these fuck niggas can't be around me, but fuck it, I don't need a entourage"Who's that peekin' through my window?" Man I'm steppin on niggas like Stomp the Yard
And me and you rappers ain't on the same caliber, why would I get along wit yall?
Bitch
I'm back it, still on top of these hoes like a damn attic
Got these boys obsessed, I' m the substance they want like a bad addict
Been talking my shit, it's been months in
These lil hoes know that I'm not having it
Gave Ju a call, now he packing shit
We in my wonderland like I was Alice
Yeah (Yeah)
I, I got time for hoes
I'm known for natural beauty, they can call me Idaho
I'm always working, they gon' see how far that I can go
Bitches don't want no beef but all they do is typing though, oh!
Fuck up a check when I get it, but bitches be knowing that I'm having motion
I don't got time for these niggas to play in my face, I don't need to be outta my focus
I be billing these niggas that fuck with me, all of 'em know Numba One is the token
If I got a issue lil bitch, I won't keep that shit private, it's all in the open
(Ouuu)
I'm in the state of the sunshine, the state of the oranges (Florida state)
The state of the hood niggas with the glocks they be toting in (Brrtttt)
They coming against me, but they not even flourishin
I'm a brand, I'm a product, other brands wanna order it
(Ouuu)
I'm not under nunna' you bums, lil bitch I free ball
(Yeah, yeah)
Yes I made it to the top, but I don't see y'all
These rappers demand respect, I get that by default
Tell 'em back back
On heads, I'm a Snapback
If you throwing shade, it don't apply, why would I catch that?
I'm the bitch these bitches laughed at, and now they back track
They know I'm on fire, these rappers can never match that
Fuck up a check and I run it back up, while they struggle to trap out a bando
I talk my shit, but I'm not finna argue with bitches who do what they can, though
Ain't nobody touchin' me, Step in this bitch and I'm fuckin' shit up like I'm Rambo
They lookin' for me while I'm chillin' with Mally and Numba One Jayy in Orlando
I can't be friends with a beef-er, That's not yo real homie, you hoes got a trauma bond
I heard these fuck niggas can't be around me, but fuck it, I don't need a entourage"Who's that peekin' through my window?" Man I'm steppin on niggas like Stomp the Yard
And me and you rappers ain't on the same caliber, why would I get along wit yall?
Bitch
I'm back it, still on top of these hoes like a damn attic
Got these boys obsessed, I' m the substance they want like a bad addict
Been talking my shit, it's been months in
These lil hoes know that I'm not having it
Gave Ju a call, now he packing shit
We in my wonderland like I was Alice
Yeah (Yeah)
I, I got time for hoes
I'm known for natural beauty, they can call me Idaho
I'm always working, they gon' see how far that I can go
Bitches don't want no beef but all they do is typing though, oh!
Fuck up a check when I get it, but bitches be knowing that I'm having motion
I don't got time for these niggas to play in my face, I don't need to be outta my focus
I be billing these niggas that fuck with me, all of 'em know Numba One is the token
If I got a issue lil bitch, I won't keep that shit private, it's all in the open
(Ouuu)
I'm in the state of the sunshine, the state of the oranges (Florida state)
The state of the hood niggas with the glocks they be toting in (Brrtttt)
They coming against me, but they not even flourishin
I'm a brand, I'm a product, other brands wanna order it
(Ouuu)
Credits
Writer(s): Junior Hilliard, Jaytea Mixon
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