4am Freestyle Lyrics

Ayy

Ayy

Four in the morning a young nigga up

Got to get to some money

Gotta stack me sum bucks

I was just peepin’

So I started clutchin’

If they get the reachin’

This nena start bussin’

It’s end of discussion

Stains like sum tussin’

I love that lil’ Russian

Cause that bitch a Ruger

I be in yo’ dream like I’m Freddy Kruger

Two to the medulla we iced em’ like jewelers

I hit the gas now watch me take off

Im GMG the shit I wear cost

And nah I ain’t trippin’ cause bitch Ima boss

If she ain’t suckin’ she gotta get lost

Skrt’ off and leave em blowin smoke out the exhaust

Niggas be plotting they try to get you crossed

But whole time be pussy they really be soft

They typing and woofin’ behind Microsoft

Come get in these streets

And get you sum money

I don’t beef with you niggas

You be broke and bummy

Run up them numbers

I’m in love with that money

Think I’m Westbrook

How I come with the thunder

We lay it up

We don’t shoot jumpers

It’s bound to go up

Got sum snipers like hunters

Took me a steamer

I was cuttin’ some corners

I stay strapped

Like a baby in a stroller

Who is dude

My niggas gone roll em’

Beat em’ like Jody

We baby boy’d em’

(Ayy) (Ayy)

Cause I see the opps in they party

Ima’ drop the top

Give em’ smoke like I’m Marley

(Ugh) (ugh)

They like how I sauce and move

I’m back in the stu’

Beat a nigga ass

Till he black and blue

You ain’t gotta flex

We know you smokin yo’ moves

Flexin to hoes

Tryna be cool

Lil’ bro you a fool

I can take yo bitch

And show you what to do

(Ah) Like this

Young nigga I Ball

Like my name Chris Paul

It’s mr Jay Finesse her out them draws

She suck so long she lockin’ her jaws

When I dive in I be stretchin’ her walls

When she need dick I’m the one she call

Boa you ain’t no soldier you not standin’ tall

We roll like a boulder we will knock you off

You not in the game you not callin’ no calls

Nigga you a lame heard you fuckin with law

Nah Ain’t fucking with law

Nah don’t fuck with yal’

Four in the morning a young nigga up

Got to get to some money

Gotta stack me sum bucks

I was just peepin’

So I started clutchin’

If they get the reachin’

This nena start bussin’

It’s end of discussion

Stains like sum tussin’

I love that lil’ Russian

Cause that bitch a Ruger

I be in yo’ dream like I’m Freddy Kruger

Two to the medulla we Iced em’ like jewelers

I hit the gas now watch me take off

Im GMG the shit I wear cost

And nah I ain’t trippin’ cause bitch Ima’ boss

If she ain’t suckin’ she gotta get lost

Skrt’ off and leave em blowin smoke out the exhaust

Niggas be plottin’ they try to get you crossed

But whole time be pussy they really be soft

They typing and woofin’ behind Microsoft

(Ayy)

Bitch

Lil’ shit