4 AM Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Get that Bentley
Trademark!
Mm-mm
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
b*tch, it's DC The Don, and I'm really up
2020 Corvette with my semi' tucked
This a whole lotta whores, tell 'em, “Giddy up”
On the road, we gon' come f*ck your city up
But, I bet we won't f*ck with no groupies
It's “f*ck two's” in this b*tch, we the goonies
I got more Rick Owens than Rick Owens
Donny MVP, if you don't like it, then shoot me

[Verse 1]
Better off if you minding your business
That's Trademark in the back, he do fitness
Twenty-five, yeah, that's a very long sentence
But I got some n*ggas fifteen, yeah, they with it
They bust at yo' fitted
Shoot me a craps, I double my digits
I'm really him, they like, "n*gga, who is it?"
Shoot up the bags in the back, that's my image
This b*tch keep going live, tryna f*ck up my image
I don't do that sh*t, this b*tch got it twisted
Walk around like a lick, got Dior on my feet
You n*ggas be broke, do you hear me? Capishe
Yeah, my sweater UK, but my b*tch Japanese
Yeah, you know we a problem, you best play with caution
I bang on my chest, you play dead like a possum
We got sticks, we be playing laser tag with Glockies
Got a white b*tch in here, keep on saying I'm c*cky
Like, b*tch, is you stupid, dumb, or off an Oxy?
I said, “b*tch, I been paranoid, I know they watching”
I keep one in the hand, lil' n*gga, you ain't c*cky
My lil' demon a shooter, he keep getting bodies
My lil' demon a shooter, he keep getting bodies
R.I.P. Lil' Meechie, say his name, we dropping you
Move alone cause 'these n*ggas keep on f*cking flocking, damn (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
Baby Drac' in my lap, tryna make this b*tch jam
Am I sliding today? I don't know, it depends
All I know is this, b*tch, we'll hit you and your mans
[Chorus]
b*tch, it's DC The Don, and I'm really up
2020 Corvette with my semi' tucked
This a whole lotta whores, tell 'em, “Giddy up”
On the road, we gon' come f*ck your city up
But, I bet we won't f*ck with no groupies
It's “f*ck two's” in this b*tch, we the goonies
I got more Rick Owens than Rick Owens
Donny MVP, if you don't like it, then shoot me

[Verse 2]
Hollow tips'll put one in yo' head
I ain't trippin', he already dead
b*tch, it's up, you done said what you said
I can see it in his face, that lil' n*gga a fed
Fin’ hit you wit' lead
My b*tch givin' head
I don't f*ck with twelve, I turned thirteen instead
I'm countin' this bread
This b*tch in my face keep on askin' 'bout zodiac, I think that she got a problem with meds
Shawty, childish like she pee in the bed
Them n*ggas keep talking, give a f*ck what he said
Get your mans up, yeah them lil' n*ggas dead
Donny just got a pack, hit the boof, going red

[Chorus]
b*tch, it's DC The Don, and I'm really up
2020 Corvette with my semi' tucked
This a whole lotta whores, tell 'em, “Giddy up”
On the road, we gon' come f*ck your city up
But, I bet we won't f*ck with no groupies
It's “f*ck two's” in this b*tch, we the goonies
I got more Rick Owens than Rick Owens
Donny MVP, if you don't like it, then shoot me
[Outro]
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Yeah
Donny