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No copyright infringement intended. For entertainment purposes only. All rights belong to Tory Lanez. -----Lyrics----- [Verse 1] Tell me how you feel about a nigga Coming through on a 4am flex shawty We done came down off a mission now It's time for the 4 am flex shawty Link around 2 did the mission around 3 You the 4 am flex shawty I’m on my way right now On this 4 am flex, yea You don't like flaw bitches I don't like hoe niggas We on some same shit I hit that smoke with ya I pour that 4 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 4am 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 the left right now She live in Driftwood All of her fam is from Shoreham She knows to read if the lick good Shorty gon stick to the program I'll never, don't have no issues That how you know that I'm with you She so official that she will get the pot And she’ll throw her own 4 in the mixture Pull up to the function on 4s Like a nigga had 2 plus 2 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 3am ain't really go good on the real shawty 4am flex and I'm watching for the cops And I put that on the hood shawty [Skit] 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 *Shots busting* Part II [Verse 2] My homie watched me pull off the corner Inside of an old Honda Accord The feeling felt like a torture The nigga that we just robbed popped one in his shoulder It led to me pulling over, to checking and telling 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, but tonight there'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