"4am In Broward" lyrics
[LOE Shimmy:]
Uh
Phew, I got eight— I got— yeah
I got eighty thousand-plus on my neck right now
Nigga, this not even a thing, you hear me?
(Ayy, Melly, what the fuck is that?)
I'm richer than a bitch
Uh
I'm still beatin' up the road, just tryna duck the feds
I'm on 30s and some drank, can't cope without my meds
Two hundred on my top, I'm matching what's on top his head
Want me to flop, if rap don't work, I'm flyin' in with bags
Know this shit get lethal
I popped too much 30s in one day, I can't even feel my pupils
You should see the way I treat that TRX like Buick Regal
Tryna quit the drank, but I just can't, still pourin' up by the liter
They ain't pass it, why?
I don't give no fucks, I take the ball and break the rim, gon' have to watch me fly
I just can't deny
Uh, this bitch so bad, that ass so fat, I'll bust her neck, then pass her to my guys
Ballin' like the Lakers, I'ma be the greatest
Uh, keep on cookin' chickens, see how far it take us
Uh, don't park in front the trap, ain't tryna wake my neighbors
You ain't talking guapanese, then I don't speak your language
[Baby Smoove:]
It's a wide-body kit, I'm in two lanes, but not on purpose
I woke up and spent two-fifty on my neck and it was worth it
Pay her bills, buy her flowers, shit, I don't just buy her purses
Niggas broke and still don't go to work, I swear these niggas worthless
Shit, right now, I'm all in Rick
She like my car, she like my 'fit
All she gotta do is it
Irritate my once and she gon' dip
Just look at her like a ho, boy, stop stressin' 'bout that bitch
It look like I hit the lotto with all these diamonds on my wrist
Got my cup and got my blunt
That bitch too boring, she ain't fun
Shit, right now, I'm in a Urus with like eight pints in the trunk
Might put this bitch inside my stash, I swear she my favorite one
I'm in the hood, I might park on the grass just so they know it's us
I got bitches 'cross the world
They want diamonds, they want pearls
She wanna fly across the nation just to give me some lil' Dorrough
You know my heart be rose gold
You know my kit be rather cold
I know niggas broke as hell, you couldn't even really afford the mold
I'm in Miami, me and Shimmy
Pourin' drank, avoidin' Diddy
I got eighty on my wrist, this ain't my watch, it's a lil' tennis
This big Maybach, it's rather wide
She want me to save her, I'm not God
I'm in Florida with my bust it baby, treat me like I'm Plies (Yeah)
Uh
Phew, I got eight— I got— yeah
I got eighty thousand-plus on my neck right now
Nigga, this not even a thing, you hear me?
(Ayy, Melly, what the fuck is that?)
I'm richer than a bitch
Uh
I'm still beatin' up the road, just tryna duck the feds
I'm on 30s and some drank, can't cope without my meds
Two hundred on my top, I'm matching what's on top his head
Want me to flop, if rap don't work, I'm flyin' in with bags
Know this shit get lethal
I popped too much 30s in one day, I can't even feel my pupils
You should see the way I treat that TRX like Buick Regal
Tryna quit the drank, but I just can't, still pourin' up by the liter
They ain't pass it, why?
I don't give no fucks, I take the ball and break the rim, gon' have to watch me fly
I just can't deny
Uh, this bitch so bad, that ass so fat, I'll bust her neck, then pass her to my guys
Ballin' like the Lakers, I'ma be the greatest
Uh, keep on cookin' chickens, see how far it take us
Uh, don't park in front the trap, ain't tryna wake my neighbors
You ain't talking guapanese, then I don't speak your language
[Baby Smoove:]
It's a wide-body kit, I'm in two lanes, but not on purpose
I woke up and spent two-fifty on my neck and it was worth it
Pay her bills, buy her flowers, shit, I don't just buy her purses
Niggas broke and still don't go to work, I swear these niggas worthless
Shit, right now, I'm all in Rick
She like my car, she like my 'fit
All she gotta do is it
Irritate my once and she gon' dip
Just look at her like a ho, boy, stop stressin' 'bout that bitch
It look like I hit the lotto with all these diamonds on my wrist
Got my cup and got my blunt
That bitch too boring, she ain't fun
Shit, right now, I'm in a Urus with like eight pints in the trunk
Might put this bitch inside my stash, I swear she my favorite one
I'm in the hood, I might park on the grass just so they know it's us
I got bitches 'cross the world
They want diamonds, they want pearls
She wanna fly across the nation just to give me some lil' Dorrough
You know my heart be rose gold
You know my kit be rather cold
I know niggas broke as hell, you couldn't even really afford the mold
I'm in Miami, me and Shimmy
Pourin' drank, avoidin' Diddy
I got eighty on my wrist, this ain't my watch, it's a lil' tennis
This big Maybach, it's rather wide
She want me to save her, I'm not God
I'm in Florida with my bust it baby, treat me like I'm Plies (Yeah)
