
4AM Freestyle Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
(Uh, uhh)
(Yeah)
(Fuck)
I got, new AP, and it match with the mink
Hellcat, drivin fast, I can't even see
Zip of weed, real gas, and that shit stink
Got a bad bitch, ass fat, with some shiny teeth
Steady pace, how I'm rappin' w the beat
Steady pace, when I feed yo bitch the meat
It's a race, real cars, not a meet
I gotta lotta boats, big engines, it's a fleet
Now I'm on, money pop up when I speak
She say I told her come over I just winked, that bitch a reach
Too much drama for me to go out and take a bitch to eat
But if she want to she could come into the crib and taste a treat
Got a joint I'm finna pack it
Socks they cost 300 wear em fresh right out the package
Laid back in that ESV I'm Cadillacin
With a girl from London and she on me dirty dancin
Oh he ran up on me? Damn, that was tragic
Too bad a second chance at life, he can't have it
My drugs too strong, on the package it say hazard
Bad bitch on my wood she call me splinter, I'm the master
Woaaah, I'm off balance
Bottle too strong so drivin' is a challenge
I'm gettin money my ex say she can't stand it
She called my phone today and she speakin outlandish
Really in a Beamer, livin' out a dream
Red and blue behind me and I'm speedin
Had to flee the scene (I'm outta there!)
Ex girl say it ain't over
I told her that she high lil baby go get sober
She at my crib, at my door, tryna gain closure
I opened it, looked at her face, then I closed it
Need a new Rover, need a new Vett
Glock give you shots and a bad hangover
Put you right to rest
Go see Johnny Dang, on my neck, he put water
Old nigga talkin' shit, I went to go fuck his daughter
Young nigga, I'm a dog, but I said fuck a collar
Bad bitch at my show gave me her number, won't call her
No, won't call her
Got some models on my phone and they stay callin
They stay around my crib and them bitches keep stalkin
I let one of 'em in, got to fuckin, no talkin
I ain't really with all the words
But I'm 'bout that action, I'm about the verbs
It's me and my bro like Phineas and Ferb
Finna stack the bands to get mink coat fur
(Yeah)