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4 in da morning - baby2 lyrics

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[chorus: kyrienumba11]
left in a foreign at four in the morning
bro gave him a headshot without a warning
and that headshot left his head hot
melt his ice like global warming
f&n hold more than ten burn up his skin
tear through his organs
n*gga is you blem, who the f*ck is them
you can ask around we the ones scoring
f*ck you looking at, he might be fan
i don’t give a f*ck i might start torching
bulletproof the whip, you ain’t shooting sh*t
all of dem shots the car absorbing
and when dem sickas walk up in the spot
the drip alone be costing a fortune
and that switch came with extra clips
you know we call that reinforcements

[verse 1: kyrienumba11]
he tryna act like hе a driller
but he really not n*gga tryna forcе it
and ever since that hunnid shots
i swear to god them n*ggas forfeit
say we don’t slide, n*ggas know they can’t
everyone know we circle like the orbit
we was in dior, then we went to louis
stopped at fendi and still bought more sh*t
little n*gga tell yo b*tch stay inside
if you don’t want your wh0re hit
n*ggas say it’s smoke, then you know it’s smoke
you already know that i’m up for it
[verse 2: baby2]
n*ggas say it’s smoke, then you know it’s smoke
hoping out the o’s, know i’m tryna blow it (uh)
running back to the car with my stick in my hand
see another one i’m into scoring (uh)
in a high speed no i can’t throw it
back of the xd squeeze it like orange
op b*tch in the backseat, know that she going
cook sh*t like ramsey, i’ll take your order (uhh)
*?*
one to his back and it’s knocking him over
and this b*tch moving like a jonser
*?*
i’m on the block in the north where it’s colder
all of my ops they broke and do no dirty
smoke from my sickway bros, that’s my cronems
we outside dt thirty poles on fonem
compact tell me the glizzy is stolen
coming to wrap sh*t up if you hold it
i need the pounds, breezys, bordens
pillow shots put him down, where the f*ck was he going
my n*gga you ain’t gang why you been around
don’t wanna hit the town, n*ggas they be joking
shoutout to my gang, you know i’m shots down
so i put him down, stand over nose him
i be picking bad b*tches out the crowd
tryna do it now, i ain’t with the trolling
uh, if i get the drop right now
i’m going i don’t care if it’s four in the morning
[chorus: kyrienumba11]
left in a foreign at four in the morning
bro gave him a headshot without a warning
and that headshot left his head hot
melt his ice like global warming
f&n hold more than ten burn up his skin
tear through his organs
n*gga is you blem, who the f*ck is them
you can ask around we the ones scoring
f*ck you looking at, he might be fan
i don’t give a f*ck i might start torching
bulletproof the whip, you ain’t shooting sh*t
all of dem shots the car absorbing
and when dem sickas walk up in the spot
the drip alone be costing a fortune
and that switch came with extra clips
you know we call that reinforcements

- baby2 lyrics

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