4 AM Songtext
von 1900Rugrat
4 AM Songtext
Active, you too crazy
Catch a shell, why would I line me a 30, ay?
Yeen heard of me, bitch, you′ll heard of K
Shy one, non-meanin' but hurtin′, babe
Try to run, I'm mini but hurtin', huh?
Boy, you sleep than a bitch, you ain′t heard of us
High white, too gone, so it hurt the laws
Gon′ take more than words for the heart to thought
Uh, uh, bitch, know I'm feelin′ myself (myself)
I peel her, but I ain't got meth (fot meth)
If you love me, then you gotta show me
It ain′t how you speak, bae, it's how you step (step)
Feel like Batman, outside robbin′
Runnin' with a heat right under my belt (my belt)
Gettin' geeked with a freak, tryna punch somethin′ deep
In the water some like Phelps (Phelps)
I done made a law by myself (myself)
It′s a 30 all on my belt (my belt)
I'm the fireman, bitch might melt (might melt)
I′ve been eyein' this bitch right here (right here)
Fire on the side, this bitch might clear (might clear)
The DJ findin′ might, might clear (might clear)
Roll up, I stay whole gang on pill
I'm in Orlando, bustin′ up Bando
.762s finna bust with your kinfolk (doo, doo, doo)
Too twin micro, hold them a Kimbo
Stick so big, gotta hang out the window (brrah)
Every day I wake up, that's somebody I shit on
I get my dick sucked, then put my fit on
I wake your bitch up, then I put her to sleep (sleep, sleep)
Pink fur diamonds, I flooded the teeth (teeth, teeth)
I turn your bitch to a slut when we link (come out)
Nasty lil' ho prolly nut in her teeth (ha)
Since I got rich, I ain′t touchin′ no metal detector
I ain't findin′ nothin' under the beat
If I had a parlor, then I ain′t searchin'
.45 still prolly under my jeans
All of my old hos still out lurkin′ (whoo)
Every two week, give 'em somethin' to stream (whoo, whoo)
The shit I′ve seen, you see in dreams (whoo)
The shit what I mean, you see I′m sayin' (bah-bah)
Told lil′ cracker free Three, I just poured me a three in my lean
E'rybody actin′ fake, now that I got me some cheese
Ay, I don't know nothin′ 'bout Illuminati ('ti)
I done caught me a Tully and Holly (′lly)
Drivin′ crack like it's cubic, no coffee (′fee)
Put the stick through you like you Souvlaki ('ki)
And all of my hos be acrobatic
I don′t even think she do Pilates
.40 on me, don't you crap if it′s static
The new stick raw like tuna Tataki
New stick raw like sushi, Saki (ay)
Two clips on it, it's super boxed
I'm mixin′ the Hugo with the Louie (Louie)
Then I take a bitch to Louis Bossi (ay, ay)
Pockets need a head count in my Subies
You woulda thought I ate blue Takis
Water, uh
I hang around nothin′ but Jews and zombies
They ain't ′bout none when they slit, they ain't hit none
Bitch, I keep one like I′m Kick-One
In my city, we ski by the lake side
Life, like a Rickson, I'm hangin′ on, but I still flip one (go)
Dick on the Glock, not gay pride
If it smoke, I'ma shoot 'til the sick die
And we cannot work, you use AI
I went 19, doing my big one (big one)
Catch a shell, why would I line me a 30, ay?
Yeen heard of me, bitch, you′ll heard of K
Shy one, non-meanin' but hurtin′, babe
Try to run, I'm mini but hurtin', huh?
Boy, you sleep than a bitch, you ain′t heard of us
High white, too gone, so it hurt the laws
Gon′ take more than words for the heart to thought
Uh, uh, bitch, know I'm feelin′ myself (myself)
I peel her, but I ain't got meth (fot meth)
If you love me, then you gotta show me
It ain′t how you speak, bae, it's how you step (step)
Feel like Batman, outside robbin′
Runnin' with a heat right under my belt (my belt)
Gettin' geeked with a freak, tryna punch somethin′ deep
In the water some like Phelps (Phelps)
I done made a law by myself (myself)
It′s a 30 all on my belt (my belt)
I'm the fireman, bitch might melt (might melt)
I′ve been eyein' this bitch right here (right here)
Fire on the side, this bitch might clear (might clear)
The DJ findin′ might, might clear (might clear)
Roll up, I stay whole gang on pill
I'm in Orlando, bustin′ up Bando
.762s finna bust with your kinfolk (doo, doo, doo)
Too twin micro, hold them a Kimbo
Stick so big, gotta hang out the window (brrah)
Every day I wake up, that's somebody I shit on
I get my dick sucked, then put my fit on
I wake your bitch up, then I put her to sleep (sleep, sleep)
Pink fur diamonds, I flooded the teeth (teeth, teeth)
I turn your bitch to a slut when we link (come out)
Nasty lil' ho prolly nut in her teeth (ha)
Since I got rich, I ain′t touchin′ no metal detector
I ain't findin′ nothin' under the beat
If I had a parlor, then I ain′t searchin'
.45 still prolly under my jeans
All of my old hos still out lurkin′ (whoo)
Every two week, give 'em somethin' to stream (whoo, whoo)
The shit I′ve seen, you see in dreams (whoo)
The shit what I mean, you see I′m sayin' (bah-bah)
Told lil′ cracker free Three, I just poured me a three in my lean
E'rybody actin′ fake, now that I got me some cheese
Ay, I don't know nothin′ 'bout Illuminati ('ti)
I done caught me a Tully and Holly (′lly)
Drivin′ crack like it's cubic, no coffee (′fee)
Put the stick through you like you Souvlaki ('ki)
And all of my hos be acrobatic
I don′t even think she do Pilates
.40 on me, don't you crap if it′s static
The new stick raw like tuna Tataki
New stick raw like sushi, Saki (ay)
Two clips on it, it's super boxed
I'm mixin′ the Hugo with the Louie (Louie)
Then I take a bitch to Louis Bossi (ay, ay)
Pockets need a head count in my Subies
You woulda thought I ate blue Takis
Water, uh
I hang around nothin′ but Jews and zombies
They ain't ′bout none when they slit, they ain't hit none
Bitch, I keep one like I′m Kick-One
In my city, we ski by the lake side
Life, like a Rickson, I'm hangin′ on, but I still flip one (go)
Dick on the Glock, not gay pride
If it smoke, I'ma shoot 'til the sick die
And we cannot work, you use AI
I went 19, doing my big one (big one)
Writer(s): Miles Spiel, Maximilian Mcfarlin, Benjamin Pavlon, Raymond Herring, Kosal Teap Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
