[Hook: 4am]
Blow a bag get back on the next day
Totin' fully auto man I feel like Eric Pettway
Stuntin' on these hoes like the X games
Fuck a year, it's my decade
Blow a bag get back on the next day
Totin' fully auto man I feel like Eric Pettway
Stuntin' on these hoes like the X games
Fuck a year, it's my decade

[Verse 1: 4am]
I'm a popstar
Posted with a toolie, you are not hard
Play with us, imma end up in a cop car
Yea we pull up you gone crumble like a pop tart
223's and they flying out the AR
I feel like [?] got my soldiers on my side
That bitch a groupiе way they comfort in my lap
He was talkin shit we put that boy up in thе sky
Fuckin with the hounds I guarantee that you gone die

[Verse 2: Pitfall]
I don't like that
Bitch I'm doing coke off an iPad
Heard you talking crazy yeah you're gonna need an eyepatch
He needs some dispatch, my designer mismatch
Wear designer with the bros, you can't relate
Got 4 thousand dollars steak-tips on my plate
Heard that you've been talkin' turn you into fish filet
Feeling like I'm Garfield, man I hate Mondays
[Hook: 4am]
Blow a bag get back on the next day
Totin' fully auto man I feel like Eric Pettway
Stuntin' on these hoes the X games
Fuck a year, it's my decade
Blow a bag get back on the next day
Totin' fully auto man I feel like Eric Pettway
Stuntin' on these hoes the X games
Fuck a year, it's my decade