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4am Flex
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Hip-Hop/Rap
4am Flex was released on August 19, 2016 by Benny Blanco Major as a part of the album I Told You
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Release DateAugust 19, 2016
LabelBenny Blanco Major
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Romero
Sergio Romero
Songwriter
Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
Daniel Gonzalez
Daniel Gonzalez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Play Picasso
Play Picasso
Producer
Sergio Romero
Sergio Romero
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Tell me how you feel 'bout a ****
Comin' through on the 4am flex, shawty
We done came down off a mission
Now it's time for the 4am flex, shawty
Link 'round 2 didn't mention 'round 3
You the 4am flex, shawty
I'm on my way right now
On this 4am flex, yeah
[Verse 2]
You don't like flaw bitches
I don't like ho ****
We on some same shit
I hit that smoke with you
I pour that four with you
You on the low
Well, yeah, I'm on the low with you
Pick up and go get you
I might just trust you enough to leave all of my drugs
And leave all of my dough with you
I leave it all around 4am
I just hit you up for the 4am flex now
[Verse 3]
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 **** had two plus two on the wheels, ****
I'ma keep it real with ya friends
I need you, plus you, plus you on my deal, shawty
All up at the 4am flex
'Cause the 3am ain't really go good on the real, shawty
4am flex and I'm watching for the cops
And I put that on the hood, shawty
[Verse 4]
Come on my ****, shut up, you gon wake this **** up
Ayo, my ****, I'm trying
Shit, my ****, just put the fuckin' shit in the bag, let's go
Let's go
Shit, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, I think this **** waking up
Oh fuck, oh shit, 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, shit, run to the car, run to the car, run to the car
[Verse 5]
Me and the homie pull off the corner
Inside of a old Honda Accord
The feeling felt like a torture
The **** that we just robbed just popped one in his shoulder
It led to me pulling over, to check him and tell him, dawg
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
[Verse 6]
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
Written by: Daniel Gonzalez, Daystar Peterson, Sergio Romero
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