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Yeah, yeah, yeah (M-M-M-Murda) Yeah, yeah Damn right, bro 4 AM, I'm just gettin' started For my birthday I threw me a surprise party Reminiscin' 'bout the trap, playin' the first Carter My life changed when I had my first daughter Got my first quarter flippin' fifty-dollar slabs Your nigga lookin' at the bills, askin' you for half Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results Anytime she wanna dip I'm providin' the sauce You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss You keep playin' with me, I end up signing your boss Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas, yeah Ride with Champagne P If it wasn't for the struggle then I wouldn't be me Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah) You see I never took you for the poppin' type (straight up) Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (it's lit) Hit the lights (yeah), I'm way over top Pop it, flick it Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt) I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt) Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah) I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah) I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh In a group with the best rapper that's alive, ooh Never turn my back on my slime, ooh I ain't wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh Jumpin' out the cake and that's surprisin', ooh Pickin' up the duffel bag like exercisin', ooh Bought mama new house 'cause she deserve it, ooh Practice makes perfect but nobody's perfect, ooh Escobar is not open for service, ooh Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah) You see I never took you for the poppin' type (straight up) Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (its lit) Hit the lights (yeah), I'm way over top Pop it, flick it Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt) I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt) Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah) I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah) Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crew neck Ooh, on a killin' rapper spree and nigga, you next Ooh, they talkin', chillin', watchin' Netflix (straight up) Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs Ooh, I'm on my wave like a durag Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at? Ooh, talkin' Tequila for the pipe-up Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah Trench God, drench God, really Represent and we the squad, really TEC got the Rollie, now I get it I used to sell drugs for a living Got me a job sellin' records Had to use my jeweler for a reference Might buy a truck with the extra Might use the legs for a necklace Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah) You see I never took you for the poppin' type (straight up) Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (it's lit) Hit the lights (yeah), I'm way over top Pop it, flick it Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt) I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt) Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah) I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah) Don't stop trappin', boy Got 'bout twelve racks this mornin' Got 'bout twelve racks Started last night, still goin' Twelve racks strong Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant Everybody in here pregnant, 'cept my partner and them But we gettin' this money though, I'm tellin' you that
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Genres
Hip-Hop
Rap
Trap
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Vocals
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