"4Am Punch In" lyrics

He ridin' 'round with windows down, gon' do his ass like Tupac
At 16 I ran up a ten and stashed it in a shoebox
Don't leave the switch when I do hits, I run shit down with two Glocks
I'm Mr. Keep Shit Off The Net, 'cause niggas really got popped
I'm Mr. Million Dollar Kid, but I'm still eatin' Goulash
I've been shiesty since a kid, I shoulda signed with Goowhap
I draw my mask and get her done and send 'em to the Gulag
Can't cook too batches at the same time just give me two pots
Damn, I done did so much shit with that blam
These niggas do too much shit for the 'Gram
Keep that business off the cam
Wherever money at, that's where I am
Click-clack, make a nigga scram
Better pray this bitch jam
I ain't dodgin' shit, I'm not around
Park this bitch right here, hold on, frr, ouch
If he fall then just start poppin' at the ground
Should've move the fuck around
Bro said he ain't see 'em fall and spin around
I squint my left eye closin', hit my target with my right
Don't put your hands up, tryna fight, you gon' be boxin' for your life
I'on go to therapy 'bout my life, I vent my problems to the mic
I get in that car and strike before I get on the net and type
Fuck, I'd slam my granny for them bucks
I die tryna get rich before I think 'bout givin' up
I kicked the bitch right out my life before I ever kicked the cup
I'm wearin' thousand dollar shoes, I used to go to school in Chucks
It's a thousand dollar meal, I used to couldn't afford my lunch
I was in the trap boxin' bricks up, eatin' a bowl of Cap'n Crunch
You can't afford to keep my dick up, bitch, you gotta have some fun
Fuck TSA, I rather drive 'cause I can't leave without my gun