"4Am" lyrics
(feat. SpadeTheBigStepper, Cypress Moreno & Purps On The Beat)
Purps on the beat
Cypress
Everybody wanna make it, ain't nobody put in work
I was trying to sell a sack, I was posted by the curb
I'm tryna go and pop a nigga, nigga getting on my nerves
It's all fun and games until someone end up hurt
Until your homie end up dead, until your homie on a shirt
I used to have a gun in my skinny jeans, I ain't never been no nerd
I ain't never been a bitch, ask them nigga, I think they'll learn
You ain't 'bout to try us over here, no sir
I'm still at the block, I be posted with no shirt
I think I need to go to church 'cause I swear I feel cursed
I think you need to leave your girl 'cause I swear she a flirt
She be looking up and down when I walk, she observe
YSL, my cologne, all these nigga be my clones
I'm 'bout to turn myself in, I'm 'bout to fuck on five hoes
I'm a ghetto little kid, I came from drinking out the hose
Suede stayed on his grind for a minute, then he rose
And bitch, I don't love you, you ain't getting one rose
I ain't never had it sweet, so my heart on froze
Shh, shh, the cops coming
We broke into a house, got a safe, and left running
Everybody tripping, why the fuck you start thuggin'?
I hit my first lick, I fell in love with blue hundreds
I hit my first lick, I fell in love with blue hundreds
Everybody wanna make it, ain't nobody put in work
I was trying to sell a sack, I was posted by the curb
I'm tryna go and pop a nigga, nigga getting on my nerves
It's all fun and games until someone end up hurt
Until your homie end up dead, until your homie on a shirt
I used to have a gun in my skinny jeans, I ain't never been no nerd
I ain't never been a bitch, ask them nigga, I think they'll learn
You ain't 'bout to try us over here, no sir
Aye, aye, aye, she said I smell good, my cologne, it be Gucci
Don't be mad at me that your bitch out here choosing
I'm hearing all this talking, that these nigga wanna do me
Got himself killed 'cause that nigga thought he knew me
That's all he heard
Tried to shoot me, but I let it off first
Now he got his momma with his face on a shirt
All these people crying while they put him in a hearse
Ain't nobody put in work, I be putting in OT
Baby what's a O, I can show your ass the whole thing
I don't even trust you, everybody end up folding
I can tell your ass a fan by the shit that you be posting
Everybody be fake, so I gotta stay toting
Let that nigga come and try us if that nigga think I'm joking
Let that nigga come and try us if that nigga think I'm joking
Everybody wanna make it, ain't nobody put in work
I was trying to sell a sack, I was posted by the curb
I'm tryna go and pop a nigga, nigga getting on my nerves
It's all fun and games until someone end up hurt
Until your homie end up dead, until your homie on a shirt
I used to have a gun in my skinny jeans, I ain't never been no nerd
I ain't never been a bitch, ask them nigga, I think they'll learn
You ain't 'bout to try us over here, no sir
Cypress
Everybody wanna make it, ain't nobody put in work
I was trying to sell a sack, I was posted by the curb
I'm tryna go and pop a nigga, nigga getting on my nerves
It's all fun and games until someone end up hurt
Until your homie end up dead, until your homie on a shirt
I used to have a gun in my skinny jeans, I ain't never been no nerd
I ain't never been a bitch, ask them nigga, I think they'll learn
You ain't 'bout to try us over here, no sir
I'm still at the block, I be posted with no shirt
I think I need to go to church 'cause I swear I feel cursed
I think you need to leave your girl 'cause I swear she a flirt
She be looking up and down when I walk, she observe
YSL, my cologne, all these nigga be my clones
I'm 'bout to turn myself in, I'm 'bout to fuck on five hoes
I'm a ghetto little kid, I came from drinking out the hose
Suede stayed on his grind for a minute, then he rose
And bitch, I don't love you, you ain't getting one rose
I ain't never had it sweet, so my heart on froze
Shh, shh, the cops coming
We broke into a house, got a safe, and left running
Everybody tripping, why the fuck you start thuggin'?
I hit my first lick, I fell in love with blue hundreds
I hit my first lick, I fell in love with blue hundreds
Everybody wanna make it, ain't nobody put in work
I was trying to sell a sack, I was posted by the curb
I'm tryna go and pop a nigga, nigga getting on my nerves
It's all fun and games until someone end up hurt
Until your homie end up dead, until your homie on a shirt
I used to have a gun in my skinny jeans, I ain't never been no nerd
I ain't never been a bitch, ask them nigga, I think they'll learn
You ain't 'bout to try us over here, no sir
Aye, aye, aye, she said I smell good, my cologne, it be Gucci
Don't be mad at me that your bitch out here choosing
I'm hearing all this talking, that these nigga wanna do me
Got himself killed 'cause that nigga thought he knew me
That's all he heard
Tried to shoot me, but I let it off first
Now he got his momma with his face on a shirt
All these people crying while they put him in a hearse
Ain't nobody put in work, I be putting in OT
Baby what's a O, I can show your ass the whole thing
I don't even trust you, everybody end up folding
I can tell your ass a fan by the shit that you be posting
Everybody be fake, so I gotta stay toting
Let that nigga come and try us if that nigga think I'm joking
Let that nigga come and try us if that nigga think I'm joking
Everybody wanna make it, ain't nobody put in work
I was trying to sell a sack, I was posted by the curb
I'm tryna go and pop a nigga, nigga getting on my nerves
It's all fun and games until someone end up hurt
Until your homie end up dead, until your homie on a shirt
I used to have a gun in my skinny jeans, I ain't never been no nerd
I ain't never been a bitch, ask them nigga, I think they'll learn
You ain't 'bout to try us over here, no sir
