Smoke Supreme - 4 AM lyrics
[Smoke Supreme - 4 AM lyrics]
Yuh, yuh smoke Supreme
Aye, aye (yuh) aye, aye, aye, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Bitch it's Smoke Supreme I
Rolled another spliff, aye
(aye)
I ain’t on LiveMixtapes but I'm on DatPiff
(woo) when I pull up to the scene
They know what it is (aye)
Hoes at my shows
Takin' off they clothes and shit
(goddamn, aye) bitch I’m 19 but I feel
Like I'm a little older (aye)
I just poured some purple
In my pineapple soda (goddamn, aye)
I remember back in high school
Man I was a loner (damn)
Now everybody say wassup
So I act like I know em (wassup)
Okay I'm runnin' all these checks up (flex)
Money never lesser (cash)
I told that bitch to catch up (hoe)
My family got me stressed up (damn)
I'm rollin off a bean (molly)
You know just how it be (uh huh)
These bitches talk to me (wassup)
Because I'm Smoke Supreme (goddamn)
My objective right now is make my momma proud
(uh huh) but I hate goin to school
I'm thinkin' bout droppin’ out (yuh)
And my daddy he don’t like
The shit I'm rappin’ bout (nah)
But these hoes all over me
Because I got the clout, goddamn
I been dreamin' bout a new beamer (woo)
Leather interior up in that two seater
(leather) man I heard they tryna rob
I got that new heater (bow)
I'm a skinny boy so i
Can't wear no wife-beater
Bitch it’s 4 AM
I'm tryna write a fuckin' paper (damn)
But I'm writin' raps so I
Can stack some fuckin' paper (guap)
Ex bitch callin' me for money
Askin' for a favor (hell nah)
I can't trust nobody, I can't
Even trust my neighbors, goddamn
Man they kicked me outta art school
Now I'm back in Jersey (damn)
I be paranoid
I feel like someone's out to hurt me
(watch out)
Rockin' t-shirts and some hoodies
I can't fuck with jerseys (nah)
I be killin' all these beats
Can't show no fuckin' mercy (hell nah)
I remember all the hoes that
Used to overlook me (uh huh)
I remember skippin' school
Man I was playin' hooky (yeah)
Been in the game for two years
I ain't a fuckin' rookie (nah)
Doin' shows up in New York
And smokin' on some cookie (gas)
I'm tryna run away
I'm finna fly to fuckin' Cali (Cali)
Bitches screamin' out my name like
It's a fuckin' rally (woo)
I just fucked this bad bitch I
Think her name is Sally (damn)
Call me on my phone
Said that she can't sleep without me (ha)
Shoutout Jamie, shoutout Kujo
We the fuckin' best (yuh)
Shoutout Azi, shoutout 'Jjora
We above the rest (uh huh)
Shoutout Carpenter and free my big homie Seth
(free Seth)
And if you fuckin' with the team
We lay ya ass to rest (bow bow)
Squad
Aye, aye (yuh) aye, aye, aye, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Bitch it's Smoke Supreme I
Rolled another spliff, aye
(aye)
I ain’t on LiveMixtapes but I'm on DatPiff
(woo) when I pull up to the scene
They know what it is (aye)
Hoes at my shows
Takin' off they clothes and shit
(goddamn, aye) bitch I’m 19 but I feel
Like I'm a little older (aye)
I just poured some purple
In my pineapple soda (goddamn, aye)
I remember back in high school
Man I was a loner (damn)
Now everybody say wassup
So I act like I know em (wassup)
Okay I'm runnin' all these checks up (flex)
Money never lesser (cash)
I told that bitch to catch up (hoe)
My family got me stressed up (damn)
I'm rollin off a bean (molly)
You know just how it be (uh huh)
These bitches talk to me (wassup)
Because I'm Smoke Supreme (goddamn)
My objective right now is make my momma proud
(uh huh) but I hate goin to school
I'm thinkin' bout droppin’ out (yuh)
And my daddy he don’t like
The shit I'm rappin’ bout (nah)
But these hoes all over me
Because I got the clout, goddamn
I been dreamin' bout a new beamer (woo)
Leather interior up in that two seater
(leather) man I heard they tryna rob
I got that new heater (bow)
I'm a skinny boy so i
Can't wear no wife-beater
Bitch it’s 4 AM
I'm tryna write a fuckin' paper (damn)
But I'm writin' raps so I
Can stack some fuckin' paper (guap)
Ex bitch callin' me for money
Askin' for a favor (hell nah)
I can't trust nobody, I can't
Even trust my neighbors, goddamn
Man they kicked me outta art school
Now I'm back in Jersey (damn)
I be paranoid
I feel like someone's out to hurt me
(watch out)
Rockin' t-shirts and some hoodies
I can't fuck with jerseys (nah)
I be killin' all these beats
Can't show no fuckin' mercy (hell nah)
I remember all the hoes that
Used to overlook me (uh huh)
I remember skippin' school
Man I was playin' hooky (yeah)
Been in the game for two years
I ain't a fuckin' rookie (nah)
Doin' shows up in New York
And smokin' on some cookie (gas)
I'm tryna run away
I'm finna fly to fuckin' Cali (Cali)
Bitches screamin' out my name like
It's a fuckin' rally (woo)
I just fucked this bad bitch I
Think her name is Sally (damn)
Call me on my phone
Said that she can't sleep without me (ha)
Shoutout Jamie, shoutout Kujo
We the fuckin' best (yuh)
Shoutout Azi, shoutout 'Jjora
We above the rest (uh huh)
Shoutout Carpenter and free my big homie Seth
(free Seth)
And if you fuckin' with the team
We lay ya ass to rest (bow bow)
Squad