Music PlayLists
      Login
      4 AM ft. Travis Scott

      4 AM ft. Travis Scott

      2 Chainz

      2 Chainz - 4 AM ft. Travis Scott Música y Letra, MP3 GRATIS

      [2 Chainz:]
      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
      My 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
      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!
      
      [Travis Scott:]
      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)
      
      [2 Chainz:]
      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 doctor Miami for your surgery, ooh
      
      [Travis Scott:]
      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)
      
      [2 Chainz:]
      Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
      Ooh, On a killin' rapper spree and nigga, you next
      Ooh, they talkin', chillin', watchin' Netflix
      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
      Drench 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 the jeweler for a reference
      Might buy a truck with the extra
      Might use the legs for a necklace
      
      [Travis Scott:]
      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 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

      RELATED ARTIST


      TOP ARTIST

      Lyrics

      Cerrar
      songartist

        Login with:

        Cerrar