Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 4am Flex , by - Tory Lanez. Release date: 18.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4am Flex |
| Tell me how you feel 'bout a nigga |
| Comin' through on the 4 AM flex, shawty |
| We done came down off a mission now |
| It’s time for the 4 AM flex shawty |
| Link 'round 2 did the mission 'round 3 |
| You the 4 AM flex shawty |
| I’m on my way right now |
| On this 4 AM flex, yeah |
| You don’t like flaw bitches |
| I don’t like ho niggas |
| We on some same shit |
| I hit that smoke with ya |
| I pour that four with ya |
| You on the low |
| Well yeah I’m on the low with ya |
| Pick up and go get you |
| I might just trust you enough to leave all my drugs |
| And leave all of my dough with you |
| I leave it all around 4 AM |
| I just hit you up for the 4 AM flex now |
| I’m riding down the west end shawty and I’m about to make a left right now |
| She live in Driftwood |
| All of her fam are from Shoreham |
| She know the read if the lick good |
| Shorty gon' stick to the program |
| I never don’t have no issues |
| That’s why you know that I’m with you |
| She so official that she’ll get the pot |
| And she’ll throw her own four in the mixture |
| Pull up to the function on fours |
| Like a nigga had two plus two on the wheels, nigga |
| I’ma keep it real with ya friends |
| I need you plus you plus you on my deal, shawty |
| All up at the 4 AM flex |
| Cause the 3 AM ain’t really go good on the real, shawty |
| 4 AM flex and I’m watching for the cops |
| And I put that on the hood, shawty |
| Come on my nigga, shut up my nigga you gon wake this nigga up |
| Ayo my nigga, I’m trying |
| Shit, my nigga put the shit in the bag, let’s go |
| Let’s go |
| Ay shit, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, I think this nigga waking up |
| Oh fuck oh shit |
| Ayo who the fuck is that in my house |
| Shit, go out the front door, go out the front door |
| Let’s go, run to the car, run to the car, run to the car |
| Part II |
| Me and the homie pull off the corner |
| Inside of a old Honda Accord |
| The feeling felt like a torture |
| The nigga that we just robbed just popped one in his shoulder |
| It led to me pulling over, to check him and tell him, dawg |
| Just take the passenger seat and I’ll hit the road |
| 'Cause it’s way too many police out here to feel like we low |
| My back windshield broke and the driver seat soaked |
| From the blood that was previously leaking from his coat |
| We switch sides while I put this shit to drive |
| At 80 some odd miles, I’m shiftin the gear to 5 |
| Hopin' that them 5−0 pigs don’t see the ride |
| 'Cause normally I ain’t scared, tonight it’s fear in my eyes |
| My phone blingin' 'cause my girl at home clingin' |
| And unaware of the problem this night on the road bringin' |
| Then I pick up the phone and tell her I’m speedin' home |
| As soon as I drop my dawg at the emergency room |