Might use her legs for a necklace
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)
Pop it, flick it
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah

Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
Got ’bout twelve racks
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs

I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Damn right, bro
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
Yeah, yeah
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Drench god, drench god, really
[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
[Outro]
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
Got me a job sellin’ records
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh
Pop it, flick it
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
Rock with Champagne P
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Might buy a charm with the extras
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
M-M-M-Murda
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga

Escobar is not open for service, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
I used to sell drugs for a living
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)

You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
Pop it, flick it
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)