"4am Flex" lyrics

[Part I]

Tell me how you feel 'bout a nigga
Comin' through on the 4 AM flex, shawty
We done came down off a mission now
It's time for the 4 AM flex shawty
Link 'round 2 did the mission 'round 3
You the 4 AM flex shawty
I'm on my way right now
On this 4 AM flex, yeah
You don't like flaw bitches
I don't like ho niggas
We on some same shit
I hit that smoke with ya
I pour that four with ya
You on the low
Well yeah I'm on the low with ya
Pick up and go get you
I might just trust you enough to leave all my drugs
And leave all of my dough with you
I leave it all around 4 AM
I just hit you up for the 4 AM flex now
I'm riding down the west end shawty and I'm about to make a left right now
She live in Driftwood
All of her fam are from Shoreham
She know the read if the lick good
Shorty gon' stick to the program
I never don't have no issues
That's why you know that I'm with you
She so official that she'll get the pot
And she'll throw her own four in the mixture
Pull up to the function on fours
Like a nigga had two plus two on the wheels, nigga
I'ma keep it real with ya friends
I need you plus you plus you on my deal, shawty
All up at the 4 AM flex
'Cause the 3 AM ain't really go good on the real, shawty
4 AM flex and I'm watching for the cops
And I put that on the hood, shawty

Come on my nigga, shut up my nigga you gon' wake this nigga up
Ayo my nigga, I'm trying
Shit, my nigga put the shit in the bag, let's go
Let's go
Ay shit, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, I think this nigga waking up
Oh fuck oh shit
Ayo who the fuck is that in my house
Shit, go out the front door, go out the front door
Let's go, run to the car, run to the car, run to the car

[Part II]

Me and the homie pull off the corner
Inside of a old Honda Accord
The feeling felt like a torture
The nigga that we just robbed just popped one in his shoulder
It led to me pulling over, to check him and tell him, dawg
Just take the passenger seat and I'll hit the road
'Cause it's way too many police out here to feel like we low
My back windshield broke and the driver seat soaked
From the blood that was previously leaking from his coat
We switch sides while I put this shit to drive
At 80 some odd miles, I'm shifting the gear to 5
Hopin' that them 5-0 pigs don't see the ride
'Cause normally I ain't scared, tonight it's fear in my eyes
My phone blingin' 'cause my girl at home clingin'
And unaware of the problem this night on the road bringin'
Then I pick up the phone and tell her I'm speedin' home
As soon as I drop my dawg at the emergency room