Lyrics 4 AM - Maliibu Miitch, Paul Couture

4 AM

It’s four in the morning
I’m boomin'
They hatin'
And throwin' a fit (throwin' a fit)
These haters is jocking
These n*ggas is flocking
They all on my dick (they all on my dick)
All in my zone
And they throwing out shots
And they aim for my dome
But I’m super bugged out
Like I’m Hannah Montana
Pull strings on my own
Now they feeling a feeling a feeling a feeling a feeling a way
They looking for clout
They looking to pop
But they all in my face
Bitch get out of my face
Stick talking and chatting
That’s what they be on
But they really my fans tho
Young Hooligan
Will have you mobbin' out
Putting up in a bando
From ashy to classy
A passion for fashion
A couple of hundos
Droptop in foreign
Hair blowin' in the wind
Peep all bundles
But fuck it
I’m running it up
Might double up
Never with sizz in my cup
I keep it buck
Progression on progression
At my own discretion
Never shutting up
Never giving up
They never showing up
I elevate just like a elevator
And these bitches hating on my on the low
Until I walk up on them like a escalator
It’s four in the morning
I’m boomin'
They hatin'
And throwin' a fit (throwin' a fit)
These haters is jocking
These n*ggas is flocking
They all on my dick (they all on my dick)
All in my zone
And they throwing out shots
And they aim for my dome
But I’m super bugged out
Like I’m Hannah Montana
Pull strings on my own
Now they feeling a feeling a feeling a feeling a feeling a way
They looking for clout
They looking to pop
But they all in my face
Bitch get out of my face
I’m litty and poppin' little local bitch
Putting on for my city
Lit momi with a hundred bittys
Countin' out 100's and 50's
I lay bitch out
Now she sleep
Counting 100's of sheep
Throw shots with no chaser
Well I’m gonna smoke lil mama
Like a vapor
Well I’m gonna clip lil mama
Call her Caesar
With no tape up
Now she wanna make up
With the Cover Girl
Now she wanna chill
'Cause I’m buggin' boo
Couple hundred Mills off of revenue
But flee off g.
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Calling shots like a V. P
I’m fly like a GT
I’m dope boy
And I’m hitting all the licks with
My n*gga P. C
It’s four in the morning
I’m boomin'
They hatin'
And throwin' a fit (throwin' a fit)
These haters is jocking
These n*ggas is flocking
They all on my dick (they all on my dick)
All in my zone
And they throwing out shots
And they aim for my dome
But I’m super bugged out
Like I’m Hannah Montana
Pull strings on my own
Now they feeling a feeling a feeling a feeling a feeling a way
They looking for clout
They looking to pop
But they all in my face
Bitch get out of my face