4am Flex - Tory Lanez

Tell me how you feel 'bout a nigga

Comin' through on the 4 AM flex, shawty

We done came down off a mission now

It’s time for the 4 AM flex shawty

Link 'round 2 did the mission 'round 3

You the 4 AM flex shawty

I’m on my way right now

On this 4 AM flex, yeah

You don’t like flaw bitches

I don’t like ho niggas

We on some same shit

I hit that smoke with ya

I pour that four 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 4 AM

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 a left right now

She live in Driftwood

All of her fam are from Shoreham

She know the read if the lick good

Shorty gon' stick to the program

I never don’t have no issues

That’s why you know that I’m with you

She so official that she’ll get the pot

And she’ll throw her own four in the mixture

Pull up to the function on fours

Like a nigga had two plus two 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 3 AM ain’t really go good on the real, shawty

4 AM flex and I’m watching for the cops

And I put that on the hood, shawty

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

Part II

Me and the homie pull off the corner

Inside of a old Honda Accord

The feeling felt like a torture

The nigga that we just robbed just popped one in his shoulder

It led to me pulling over, to check him and tell 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, tonight it’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