Ayy
Ayy
Four in the morning a young nigga up
Got to get to some money
Gotta stack me sum bucks
I was just peepin'
So I started clutchin'
If they get the reachin'
This nena start bussin'
It's end of discussion
Stains like sum tussin'
I love that lil' Russian
Cause that bitch a Ruger
I be in yo' dream like I'm Freddy Kruger
Two to the medulla we iced em' like jewelers
I hit the gas now watch me take off
Im GMG the shit I wear cost
And nah I ain't trippin' cause bitch Ima boss
If she ain't suckin' she gotta get lost
Skrt' off and leave em blowin smoke out the exhaust
Niggas be plotting they try to get you crossed
But whole time be pussy they really be soft
They typing and woofin' behind Microsoft
Come get in these streets
And get you sum money
I don't beef with you niggas
You be broke and bummy
Run up them numbers
I'm in love with that money
Think I'm Westbrook
How I come with the thunder
We lay it up
We don't shoot jumpers
It's bound to go up
Got sum snipers like hunters
Took me a steamer
I was cuttin' some corners
I stay strapped
Like a baby in a stroller
Who is dude
My niggas gone roll em'
Beat em' like Jody
We baby boy'd em'
(Ayy) (Ayy)
Cause I see the opps in they party
Ima' drop the top
Give em' smoke like I'm Marley
(Ugh) (ugh)
They like how I sauce and move
I'm back in the stu'
Beat a nigga ass
Till he black and blue
You ain't gotta flex
We know you smokin yo' moves
Flexin to hoes
Tryna be cool
Lil' bro you a fool
I can take yo bitch
And show you what to do
(Ah) Like this
Young nigga I Ball
Like my name Chris Paul
It's mr Jay Finesse her out them draws
She suck so long she lockin' her jaws
When I dive in I be stretchin' her walls
When she need dick I'm the one she call
Boa you ain't no soldier you not standin' tall
We roll like a boulder we will knock you off
You not in the game you not callin' no calls
Nigga you a lame heard you f*ckin with law
Nah Ain't f*cking with law
Nah don't f*ck with yal'
Four in the morning a young nigga up
Got to get to some money
Gotta stack me sum bucks
I was just peepin'
So I started clutchin'
If they get the reachin'
This nena start bussin'
It's end of discussion
Stains like sum tussin'
I love that lil' Russian
Cause that bitch a Ruger
I be in yo' dream like I'm Freddy Kruger
Two to the medulla we Iced em' like jewelers
I hit the gas now watch me take off
Im GMG the shit I wear cost
And nah I ain't trippin' cause bitch Ima' boss
If she ain't suckin' she gotta get lost
Skrt' off and leave em blowin smoke out the exhaust
Niggas be plottin' they try to get you crossed
But whole time be pussy they really be soft
They typing and woofin' behind Microsoft
(Ayy)
Bitch
Lil' shit
Big Boss Finesse - 4am Freestyle Lyrics
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Ayy
Ayy
Four in the morning a young nigga up
Got to get to some money
Gotta stack me sum bucks
I was just peepin'
So I started clutchin'
If they get the reachin'
This nena start bussin'
It's end of discussion
Stains like sum tussin'
I love that lil' Russian
Cause that bitch a Ruger
I be in yo' dream like I'm Freddy Kruger
Two to the medulla we iced em' like jewelers
I hit the gas now watch me take off
Im GMG the shit I wear cost
And nah I ain't trippin' cause bitch Ima boss
If she ain't suckin' she gotta get lost
Skrt' off and leave em blowin smoke out the exhaust
Niggas be plotting they try to get you crossed
But whole time be pussy they really be soft
They typing and woofin' behind Microsoft
Come get in these streets
And get you sum money
I don't beef with you niggas
You be broke and bummy
Run up them numbers
I'm in love with that money
Think I'm Westbrook
How I come with the thunder
We lay it up
We don't shoot jumpers
It's bound to go up
Got sum snipers like hunters
Took me a steamer
I was cuttin' some corners
I stay strapped
Like a baby in a stroller
Who is dude
My niggas gone roll em'
Beat em' like Jody
We baby boy'd em'
(Ayy) (Ayy)
Cause I see the opps in they party
Ima' drop the top
Give em' smoke like I'm Marley
(Ugh) (ugh)
They like how I sauce and move
I'm back in the stu'
Beat a nigga ass
Till he black and blue
You ain't gotta flex
We know you smokin yo' moves
Flexin to hoes
Tryna be cool
Lil' bro you a fool
I can take yo bitch
And show you what to do
(Ah) Like this
Young nigga I Ball
Like my name Chris Paul
It's mr Jay Finesse her out them draws
She suck so long she lockin' her jaws
When I dive in I be stretchin' her walls
When she need dick I'm the one she call
Boa you ain't no soldier you not standin' tall
We roll like a boulder we will knock you off
You not in the game you not callin' no calls
Nigga you a lame heard you f*ckin with law
Nah Ain't f*cking with law
Nah don't f*ck with yal'
Four in the morning a young nigga up
Got to get to some money
Gotta stack me sum bucks
I was just peepin'
So I started clutchin'
If they get the reachin'
This nena start bussin'
It's end of discussion
Stains like sum tussin'
I love that lil' Russian
Cause that bitch a Ruger
I be in yo' dream like I'm Freddy Kruger
Two to the medulla we Iced em' like jewelers
I hit the gas now watch me take off
Im GMG the shit I wear cost
And nah I ain't trippin' cause bitch Ima' boss
If she ain't suckin' she gotta get lost
Skrt' off and leave em blowin smoke out the exhaust
Niggas be plottin' they try to get you crossed
But whole time be pussy they really be soft
They typing and woofin' behind Microsoft
(Ayy)
Bitch
Lil' shit
Ayy
Four in the morning a young nigga up
Got to get to some money
Gotta stack me sum bucks
I was just peepin'
So I started clutchin'
If they get the reachin'
This nena start bussin'
It's end of discussion
Stains like sum tussin'
I love that lil' Russian
Cause that bitch a Ruger
I be in yo' dream like I'm Freddy Kruger
Two to the medulla we iced em' like jewelers
I hit the gas now watch me take off
Im GMG the shit I wear cost
And nah I ain't trippin' cause bitch Ima boss
If she ain't suckin' she gotta get lost
Skrt' off and leave em blowin smoke out the exhaust
Niggas be plotting they try to get you crossed
But whole time be pussy they really be soft
They typing and woofin' behind Microsoft
Come get in these streets
And get you sum money
I don't beef with you niggas
You be broke and bummy
Run up them numbers
I'm in love with that money
Think I'm Westbrook
How I come with the thunder
We lay it up
We don't shoot jumpers
It's bound to go up
Got sum snipers like hunters
Took me a steamer
I was cuttin' some corners
I stay strapped
Like a baby in a stroller
Who is dude
My niggas gone roll em'
Beat em' like Jody
We baby boy'd em'
(Ayy) (Ayy)
Cause I see the opps in they party
Ima' drop the top
Give em' smoke like I'm Marley
(Ugh) (ugh)
They like how I sauce and move
I'm back in the stu'
Beat a nigga ass
Till he black and blue
You ain't gotta flex
We know you smokin yo' moves
Flexin to hoes
Tryna be cool
Lil' bro you a fool
I can take yo bitch
And show you what to do
(Ah) Like this
Young nigga I Ball
Like my name Chris Paul
It's mr Jay Finesse her out them draws
She suck so long she lockin' her jaws
When I dive in I be stretchin' her walls
When she need dick I'm the one she call
Boa you ain't no soldier you not standin' tall
We roll like a boulder we will knock you off
You not in the game you not callin' no calls
Nigga you a lame heard you f*ckin with law
Nah Ain't f*cking with law
Nah don't f*ck with yal'
Four in the morning a young nigga up
Got to get to some money
Gotta stack me sum bucks
I was just peepin'
So I started clutchin'
If they get the reachin'
This nena start bussin'
It's end of discussion
Stains like sum tussin'
I love that lil' Russian
Cause that bitch a Ruger
I be in yo' dream like I'm Freddy Kruger
Two to the medulla we Iced em' like jewelers
I hit the gas now watch me take off
Im GMG the shit I wear cost
And nah I ain't trippin' cause bitch Ima' boss
If she ain't suckin' she gotta get lost
Skrt' off and leave em blowin smoke out the exhaust
Niggas be plottin' they try to get you crossed
But whole time be pussy they really be soft
They typing and woofin' behind Microsoft
(Ayy)
Bitch
Lil' shit
Writer: Joshua Harvey
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