4:00AM FREESTYLE! lyrics

[Intro]
(KARMAMOB; we're smoking on housecat lions)
Oooh
I'm boutta disrespect women on this beat
I'm boutta disrespect trans women and cis women in the same song (Facts)
Muahaha (Yeah, ay)
I'm feelin' devious (Ayy)
How should I start this sh*t out, though? (Ayy, ayy, yuh)

[Verse]
I'm gettin' full as a b*tch off the J
I can't f*ck wit' no sl*t if that b*tch not my bae (Ayy, ayy)
DAMN, Brokie done came out the bay
b*tch, I'm from the north, I am not from L.A
S-S-S-S.F., but I ain't with the gangs
Tools step when I pull out the TEC; she spray
You get no hoes, no hoes on the way
New set; f*ck Housecat, ain't with the strays
Like bed rocking (Mm, augh!~ Mm, augh!~ Mm)
Tha-That's how I hit from the back, hoe
[?] like Trump, had to go through the backdoor
Haters be b*tchin', like what is you mad for?
How come the opps tryna get in his as*h*le?
Ain't talk 'bout a screen when I say that my Mac glow
Tweetin' 'bout me—why you all on my sack, hoe?
Called up the opp just to call him a fatso (Fatso)
I f*cked his b*tch, she got played like a banjo (Banjo)
Glockies on Glockies on Glockies on Glockies on Glockies on Glockies, I look like I'm Rambo
They think that I'm playin'; this sh*t is not Hasbro
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace; my body; they lookin' like, "Damn, bro"
b*tch know I'm servin' the key—piano!
Why you critiquin'? You not Fantano
Think I'm a bum, why I sleep in the [?]
Why yo b*tch all on my MEAT?
If you wit' yo b*tch, why she lovin' on ME?
My hoes like [?], way they comin' in THREES (That bar was so out-of-pocket; I apologize)
I cannot f*ck wit' a rapper that's f*ckin' with teams
A-A-All of my diamonds, they shinin'; they gleam
Stop di*k-ridin', you not on the team
I spit that fire while I wear Supreme
Sike, I can't even afford that sh*t
Rick Owens, you know that I wore that sh*t
So I get on the mic' and record that sh*t
I'm wit' that b*tch and we DoorDash wit' it
f*ck on yo b*tch then ignore that trick
I'm in the coochie; explore that sh*t
She get slapped with the di*k; she adore that sh*t
I cannot f*ck with these b*tches like Andrew Tate
I can't f*ck wit' no b*tches; you'd think I was gay
But my man got a di*k and you know it's a ten
And I will f*ck on yo b*tch, but her coochie be stank
I'm in the whip wit' a stick like the Jakes
If I'm in a road, get out of my way
I f*ck on yo hoe, repeat like [?]
b*tch, I'm in the zone; I need a new cape
I f*ck then I go—no, I do not stay
I'm sorry, lil' hoe, but I don't do the dates
[Outro]
Stifled laughing (Ayy!)
I'm sorry, bro
I sound so misogynistic (Ayy, ayy) on this beat, dude (Yeah), I needa (Ayy!) turn this sh*t off (Yeah, ayy, yuh)
Needa take my ass to bed
Laugh
Ayy, ayy, uh
Ayy, ayy, uh
Yuh