• Tag Archives ZZ
  • 2 Chainz – 4AM (feat. Travis Scott) (Uncensored)

    [Intro: 2 Chainz]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    M-M-M-Murda
    Yeah, yeah
    Damn right, bro

    [Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
    4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
    For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
    Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
    My life changed when I had my first daughter
    Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
    Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
    Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
    Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
    You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
    You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
    Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
    Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
    Rock with Champagne P
    If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
    Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
    Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

    [Chorus: Travis Scott]
    Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
    You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
    Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
    Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
    Pop it, flick it
    Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
    I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
    Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
    I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

    [Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
    I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
    In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
    Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
    I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
    Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
    Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
    Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
    Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
    Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
    Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
    Escobar is not open for service, ooh
    Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

    [Chorus: Travis Scott]
    Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
    You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
    Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
    Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
    Pop it, flick it
    Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
    I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
    Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
    I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

    [Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
    Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
    Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
    Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
    Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
    Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
    Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
    Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
    Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
    Drench god, drench god, really
    Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
    Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
    I used to sell drugs for a living
    Got me a job sellin’ records
    Had to use my jeweler for a reference
    Might buy a charm with the extras
    Might use her legs for a necklace

    [Chorus: Travis Scott]
    Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
    You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
    Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
    Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
    Pop it, flick it
    Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
    I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
    Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
    I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

    [Outro]
    Don’t stop trappin’, boy
    Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
    Got ’bout twelve racks
    Started last night, still goin’
    Twelve racks strong
    Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
    Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
    Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
    But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that