"4 AM" lyrics
(feat. BLP KOSHER)
Active, you too crazy
[1900Rugrat:]
Catch a shell, why would I line me a thirty, hey?
He ain't heard of me, bitch, you'll heard of K
Shy one, non-meaning but hurting, babe
Try to run, I'm mini but hurting, huh?
Boy, you sleep than a bitch, you ain't heard of us
High white, too gone, so it hurt the laws
Gone take more than words for the heart to thought
Bitch, know I'm feeling myself (Myself)
I peel her, but I ain't got meth (Got meth)
If you love me then you gotta show me
It ain't how you speak, babe, 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 thirty 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
The DJ findin' might, might clear
Roll up, I stay whole gang on pill
I'm in Orlando, bustin' up Bando
.762's finna bust with your kinfolk
Too twin micro, hold them a Kimbo
Stick so big, gotta hang out the window
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
Pink fur diamonds, I flooded the teeth
I turn your bitch to a slut when we link
Nasty little hoe probably nut in her teeth
Since I got rich, I ain't touchin' no metal detector
I ain't findin' nothing under the beat
If I had a parlor then I ain't searchin'
Four, five, still probably under my jeans
All of my old hoes still out lurkin'
Every two week give 'em somethin' to stream
The shit I've seen, you see in dreams
The shit what I mean, you see what I'm sayin'
Told lil' cracker free Three, I just poured me a three in my lean
Everybody actin' fake, now that I got me some cheese
[BLP KOSHER:]
I don't know nothing 'bout Illuminati
I done caught me a Tully and Holly
Drivin' crack like it's cubic, no coffee
Put the stick through you like you Souvlaki
And all of my hoes 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
Two clips on it, it's super boxed
I'm mixin' the Hugo with the Louie
Then I take a bitch to Louis Bossi
Pockets need a head count in my Subies
You would have thought I ate blue Takis
Water, uh
I hang around nothing 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 hanging on, but I still flip one (Go)
Dick on the Glock, not gay pride
If it smoke, I'mma shoot till the sick die
And we cannot work, you use AI
I went 19, doing my big one
[1900Rugrat:]
Catch a shell, why would I line me a thirty, hey?
He ain't heard of me, bitch, you'll heard of K
Shy one, non-meaning but hurting, babe
Try to run, I'm mini but hurting, huh?
Boy, you sleep than a bitch, you ain't heard of us
High white, too gone, so it hurt the laws
Gone take more than words for the heart to thought
Bitch, know I'm feeling myself (Myself)
I peel her, but I ain't got meth (Got meth)
If you love me then you gotta show me
It ain't how you speak, babe, 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 thirty 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
The DJ findin' might, might clear
Roll up, I stay whole gang on pill
I'm in Orlando, bustin' up Bando
.762's finna bust with your kinfolk
Too twin micro, hold them a Kimbo
Stick so big, gotta hang out the window
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
Pink fur diamonds, I flooded the teeth
I turn your bitch to a slut when we link
Nasty little hoe probably nut in her teeth
Since I got rich, I ain't touchin' no metal detector
I ain't findin' nothing under the beat
If I had a parlor then I ain't searchin'
Four, five, still probably under my jeans
All of my old hoes still out lurkin'
Every two week give 'em somethin' to stream
The shit I've seen, you see in dreams
The shit what I mean, you see what I'm sayin'
Told lil' cracker free Three, I just poured me a three in my lean
Everybody actin' fake, now that I got me some cheese
[BLP KOSHER:]
I don't know nothing 'bout Illuminati
I done caught me a Tully and Holly
Drivin' crack like it's cubic, no coffee
Put the stick through you like you Souvlaki
And all of my hoes 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
Two clips on it, it's super boxed
I'm mixin' the Hugo with the Louie
Then I take a bitch to Louis Bossi
Pockets need a head count in my Subies
You would have thought I ate blue Takis
Water, uh
I hang around nothing 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 hanging on, but I still flip one (Go)
Dick on the Glock, not gay pride
If it smoke, I'mma shoot till the sick die
And we cannot work, you use AI
I went 19, doing my big one
