4am Compton Freestyle Lyrics

Ya me and all my niggas right now we getting rich man we making bangers

Started from the back man, put all my niggas on man

Ain't 'gon leave none of my niggas behind

Ay, they act like hoes now, bitch I'm on the road getting bows now

You moving way to fast little bro you need to slow down

And I'm always on the road but sometimes its a turn around

And it's hard for me to trust 'cause they know imma make it out

I ain't tryna serve time but I got to stay with nines

Them niggas they living lies I really got mob ties

Momma say I'm living to fast that I might die

Sometimes I feel like she might be right

And I don't need no chains on they all know I'm moving up

If you hate me go slide or some

This money might be getting to my head I used to serve till dawn

This shit really a blessing I'm making bands and I'm having fun

See me on the highway imma blast off

How you try to snake me 'pose to be my dawg

I don't need no one I'm like VLONE

I touched down with the packs I told bro you better go long

And please don't waste my time

Only question I got you 'gon ride

Don't play with me 'cause I like upping fires

Ay, they act like hoes now, bitch I'm on the road getting bows now

You moving way to fast little bro you need to slow down

And I'm always on the road but sometimes its a turn around

And it's hard for me to trust 'cause they know imma make it out

Ya imma make it out

Last year I was in that jam look at where I'm at now

That boy up the stick, I'm really getting rich

By thirteen if you ain't had a blick you ain't shit

I'm never fiending for no pussy don't come if you smell like fish

And I'm gon' run off on some pussy's if they ain't relevant

In the stu stuck, crazy I got a buck

Argue with me its gon' go bad I don't fuss

And I might not be the one 'cause for me it's hard to love

We used to run off on them plugs

Had to stop 'cause I was building my clientele

Co defendants on my case and I still ain't tell

Bro got so many fiends blowing his next tell

Ay, they act like hoes now, bitch I'm on the road getting bows now

You moving way to fast little bro you need to slow down

And I'm always on the road but sometimes its a turn around

And it's hard for me to trust 'cause they know imma make it out

(Ya imma make it out, ya imma make it out)