Tory Lanez Lyrics, 4am Flex Lyrics

4am Flex – Tory Lanez

Tell me how you feel ’bout a n_gga coming thru on a 4am flex shawty
We done came down off a mission now its time for the 4am flex shawty
Leaving round 2, did the mission round 3, you the 4am flex shawty
I’m on my way right now, on the 4am flex yeah
You don’t like flaw b_tches, I don’t like hoe n_ggas
We on some same sh_t
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 4am Flex now
Riding down the west end shawty and bouta make a left right now
She live in Driftwood
All of her famo from Shore
She know the read if the lick good
Shawty gon stick to the program
I never don’t have no ways
That’s why you know that I work
She so official that she’ll get the pot and she’ll throw her own four in the mix
Pull up to the function on fours, like a n_gga had two plus two on the whip
I’ma keep it real with your friends
I need you plus you plus you, I’m a deal shawty
All up for the 4am flex, cuz 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

Come on my n_gga, shut up my n_gga you gon wake this n_gga up
Ayo my n_gga, I’m trying
Sh_t, my n_gga put the sh_t in the bag, let’s go
Let’s go
Ay sh_t, yo yo yo yo yo yo, I think this n_gga waking up
Oh f_ck oh sh_t
Ayo who the f_ck is that in my house
Sh_t, 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

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Me and the homie pull off the corner inside of a old Honda Accord
The feeling feel like a torture
The n_gga we just robbed just popped one in his shoulder
And led to me pulling over, to checking and telling him dawg
Just take the passenger seat and I hit the road
Cuz there’s way too many police out here to feel like we low
My back windshield broke and the driver seat soak
From the blood that was previously leaking from his coat
We switch sides while I put this sh_t to drive
A 80 some odd miles, shiftin the gear to 5
Hopin’ that the 5-0 pigs don’t see the ride
Cuz normally I ain’t scared, but tonight there’s fear in my eyes
My phone blingin’ cuz 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 emergence room

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