Lyrics:
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Bottles get to popping and them bitches
the Glock jam
Niggas know I'm top tier (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fastin' in the mornin' (man)
Casual with my garments (cas')
South of France smoke (smoke)
But
The cravings getting strong now
I know they're drowning me out
The cravings getting strong now
Try not to listen, but they're so loud
The cravings getting strong
Don't stop
Getting their trap
Hand in the pot
Baby that'll do it
I'm from Chicago, nobody's smiling
Niggas wyling on Stoney Island
Where the chief
is large it's becoming mega
But I'm really getting buff, call that Schwarzenegger
I'm not really bothered with all that chatting it's some nonsense
Do
Yo, the universe let the planets align
Spent 10k in the card, didn't decline
Bartender, one Casamigos and lime
I'm celebrating gracefully, getting
size
Ive been puffing O's
Like a habit
Crash landed no panic
Smell the stank on the fabric
I'm getting lit double spliff
Debbie dabs what's happening
push out to
Reservations, bout to fly out to Vagas
Throw a duse on a four, and a Baby
I'm at Oakland like I play for the Raiders
Wrist sick, it kind
to drop on expressway
Its DipSet Byrdgang we fly high
And chart the G-4 we get high in the sky
I'm Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob Backlund
Paul Akin,
fig Side
Niggas out here chasing these hoes
My motivation, only switching up flows, nigga
And getting this dough
Studio with just me an my weed
Cause
A member of no sleep team
Get a whole pound smoke it by myself
Or maybe after Olympics with my homie Michael Phelps
You know I'm fresh up out that
came off he case
Parole officer man we gon be okay
3-4 years going to be living great
Off the road got a tour out the states
Bitch I might just to move
things
I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine, shake it like a tambourine
Shake it like a tambourine,
I consider myself a daredevil
It's 4AM
It's 4AM
It's 4AM
It.. it.. it.. it...
It's 4AM
It's 4AM
It's 4AM
It.. it.. it.. it...
4
that I’m tryna let out
One nation under a groove
It’s that
Funk jam and it’s making us move I’m praying
That my feet don’t fail me now
I got too
melting down and getting high I'm getting high I'm getting high Broken pieces of our life Are spread out in my sight Mixed and mingled with your sighs
it up and I’m keeping it steady
I’m moving in silence but they getting testy
They wanna text me
They never test me
I swear to god one day they gone
it i am not Rudy
ZBF,SOS we keep on winning
I'm in that demon and you know we Spinning
SOS demons we kill you we grinning
I'm getting paper like i was
want me to pop out
It's not even night, it's 4 a.m
It's 4 a.m in the morning
But I'm still gon' pop out
TVs, 3 or 4 SUVs
Rollies all iced out, she's screaming for this lifestyle, oh oh
Check this out
In the killer spot, she was watching me
She can't
I'm getting to it
Seven days a week can't keep up with the schedule
You better watch your back because for the money they gone change up
It cost
in and out them malls
Pieces Hitting need some more
Run up on me get em off
40 bang knock em off
(Hook)
Yea I'm getting money but I need some more
on it and bodies on it
That boy whip out the choppa and dot his homie
Blood spill you was involve don't act innocent
Love real tell me the truth I'm
They make noise when I'm hopping out the whip
they make noise when I'm driven down the strip
haters hating nigga i don't even trip
getting
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