4AM Freestyle At Helluva lyrics

[Intro: PM Capo]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Ayy

[Verse 1: PM Capo]
If you ain't never shot an opp, you ain't gettin' in
Girly smokin' di*k for two hours, why she hittin' kids?
Ayy, call it child abuse
Doggy pulled up, thought he had a sale, we ain't buy the juice
Yeah, this one on the house
Doggy, he ain't tryna learn his lesson, I caught him out
pus*y, should've stayed in school
He asked if I was hittin' his b*tch, nah, I hate her too
Caught my b*tch f*ckin' on a goofy, I laced her food
Hah, okay, April Fools
Before you see me stressin' 'bout a b*tch, I'll bake a moose
I ain't MJ, but I got players that's paid to hoop
I got an SK, but told Ace to shoot
It could be broad day, he'll still make the news
Told girly pimp her pus*y, I don't pay for cooch
Bring the Rémy, hold thе D'USSÉ, I don't make the rules
Ayy, Korеan barba' for the win
Lil' b*tch kept stuntin' with the pus*y, so I f*cked her friend
Heard dog was sleepin' on the gang, nina tucked him in
Your drop not lockin' up, 'cause when you stirred, you ain't put no muscle in
Fat n*gga, ask me if I ever shared Lunchables
She told me put a molly in her drink, then she Clair Huxtable
n*gga got robbed tryna link my b*tch, she unf*ckable
These n*ggas postin' poles when they ain't bustin' 'em
Gang runnin' through 'em, y'all suckers cuffin' 'em
Y'all n*ggas still tryna find the plug, I just ate lunch with him
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Let me see the CARFAX on that pus*y, I ain't f*ckin' you
Got ten switches, so every shootout, it's a W
Know some n*ggas with some Dracos who ain't got nothin' to lose
We just seen dog in Somerset and chased him out his shoes
Your mama nice as hell, I just slick-talked her out her blues
I ain't got sh*t in my bookbag but a lot of blues
Moncler bubble vest off the Prada dukes
Feel good when a stranger tell you they proud of you
Lou showed me the cheat code, it's gettin' hard to lose
n*gga, I'll pop your ass up, I won't argue you
Have you ever poured Wock' in your cereal?
I just served this old white b*tch, she look like Mireille
Just hit this bad Pontiac b*tch that look like Miracle
I put carats in the cross, let's get spiritual
Twelve years for the strap, he a habitual
Just paid thirty racks for the Oyster Perpetual
Yeah, we in the same race, but I'm ahead of you
Damn, you just swallowed everything? Girl, I'm scared of you
Finna take a rap n*gga chain, I'll wear it too
Dirty-ass pop, I just poured bacteria
I got an uncle smoke 51s, but he sell it too
Talkin' crazy on the iPhone, we went federal