abdula - fourAM in LAGOS Lyrics

Omo Sunni, One Time
Hey
F*ck
I've just been stuck in a rut
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep, but I do not give a f*ck
F*ck, shit
I gotta get up and go get it
But ain't no such thing as luck
It's either you or it's up
F*ck, shit
F*ck, shit
Oh shit, oh shit
But there's lot they don't know
It's either me or they go
I find way to ease my mind
But still got no time
I gotta focus on my grind
If I don't, Ima lose my mind
Feel like I'm running these laps
I still might run me a race
I f*ck around and win first place
But you already knew that, man
New girl wanna check me, I be like Nike
Bae, let's make a movie
Something like Spike Lee
F*ck her then I take off, I do that often
Never know my movement, Man I'm so offset
My nigga name Abdulio, swear he my migo
But that nigga not finna smoke
Nah Dami, say what? (like, f*ck it)
Ain't never gon smoke (ain't never gon smoke)
When they pass me the blunt
I said f*ck it, and grabbed a lil puff, started coughing and shit
Met a baddie from Keller, she hitting my phone, so I had to cuff her, she don't miss (so I cuff her, she don't miss)
Had to break up a few of them hoes, ain't talking bout girls, I'm just talking bout fees (nigga)
Still don't got the money just to pay for the lil sis field trip, she gon miss it (she gon miss it)
Markio is the gang, he the nigga that smart as f*ck and I know he never mention it (that's the gang)
Call him funny, cause he never hold you down, but he a bitch
I'm just trolling, he know that shit (he a bitch)
Brian got a lil popo on him, and I'm talking bout blackie from Dragon Ball Z (he black as f*ck, he black as f*ck)
Had to clown his ass just for the jokes, he a cool ass nigga to the brim, gotta know that shit
Like the lion, Mufasa them niggas
The pointer, the snitch, started poking with sticks (I'm the lion, nigga)
Got a call from my moms, the pops ain't coming back home, he a pussy, the stench (he a bitch)
Drinking blue, got her drinking the red
Now my dick got a color to it, it's the best (like purple, red)
Never ever took back on a promise, them niggas on trust got me feeling the best (Yeah)
Smith and Wesson, I seen it
Tryna hold the grip to feel conceited (Yeah)
Be a bitch about it, that's the reason (ayyy)
Dami coming in hot (he coming in hot)
To the niggas I seen on the block (to the niggas I seen on the block)
Got the hands, just don't got the glock (hey, hey)
Sipping wock, I took it a notch (hey, hey)
We back to back, like Scotty
I might pull up in a Audi, hey
The block is hot
Tell them the story, but don't need to know the plot
I might pull up to the spot
That's why he got his shit knocked
F*ck that, somebody get his shit clocked
F*ck that, just in case a nigga try to watch
You know we balling hard, Chris Bosh
Hey, the block is hot
Got my girl locked in, Fort Knox (she tight)
Got them all jumping, hopscotch (baow, baow)
Look at the watch yet, why not?
Bomb in the sack, Allah Akbar
Back to the projects, this why
All of em dirty, this why
That nigga talk shit, he washed
Grab on his bitch, knock his socks off
Doing him dirty like he out of luck
Like the f*ck nigga backing to the spot (paow, paow, paow, paow)
Run out and shit like a running back
Dodging the feds, ain't going back
I'm like Spence, catching from the quarterback
Got in all gelato, crush it on the pack
Spark it up, now I'm up (up)
Step too strong, I'm stuck (stuck)
Somebody pass me a blunt
Way too young, I'm turnt (turnt)
Always putting that work (work)
I go beserk
Ahhh, that pussy beserk (that pussy beserk)
Shit, y'all ain't putting the work
Bitch, ahhh