4am - fictional lyrics
(verse)
i want the racks, i get em’ going
i’m in the back, smoking on strong
we on your block, you wanna talk
(?)
i got on designer whenever i walk
he talkin’ wild, we gettin’ him gone
off of the gas, i’m way too gone
yeah, ha
he talkin’ sh+t but his b+tch with us
he talkin’ but you won’t spin on us
you on yo ass, give it up
sippin’ on drop like i’m sick or sum
you know we keepin’ them sticks with us
we gonna tote on the hundred round drum
talkin’ that sh+t, are you dumb or what?
in the droptop like f+ck it up
i had to get up and run it up
boy you know i cannot trust no one
b+tch you know i turn nothing into some
b+tch you know i ain’t showing no love
b+tch i hit it then you gotta go
b+tch i’m countin’ racks but i need more
b+tch i’m bringing them bands out the store (ha)
i swear that thе money be takin’ control
i been with the gang, wе play with them rolls
hop in that foreign, b+tch go
she wanna f+ck, b+tch no
they on my d+ck, b+tch i’ve been the goat
say you get money, that’s fishy no? (ha)
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