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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JS x YD
JS x YD
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Javay Fulton
Javay Fulton
Songwriter
Demar Rose-Brown
Demar Rose-Brown
Songwriter

Lyrics

Huh, how you talkin' 'bout sticks and you ain't rich?
Huh, lil' fuckin' dumb ****, man, don't get hit, man
On my fuckin' life
Anytime of the day, anytime of the night
Get that fuckin' right
Four AM, I'm in a stu
I'm lit when I'm off that juice
A thousand purple notes in this coupe
I was up searching tryna find me a shoot
You was at home, can't do what I do
Lurking, you can't move how I move
Earning, making cash on the move
I just wanna make racks and fly to the moon
Four AM, I'm in a stu
I'm lit when I'm off that juice
A thousand purple notes in this coupe
I was up searching tryna find me a shoot
You was at home, can't do what I do
Lurking, you can't move how I move
Earning, making cash on the move
I just wanna make racks and fly to the moon
Got a baddie with a back, she don't give no chat
She balling my name when I hit from the back
I step in the store, I'm up in dior
You know I want more, I'm pulling out racks
And they ain't really got it like we
They ain't really artists, shot it like we
I see man and they speak Chinese
I see man and they do high knees
I can't fuck with them people when they come round
And they got two faced energy
Try come to my block that's all guns out
We got hella coons for the enemies
I'm flyin' out Cali, what you tellin' me?
Hella cats on my phone keep bellin' me
I got the remedy, shoot like I’m Kennedy?
I'm gettin' money, the fuck are you tellin' me?
It's four in the morning, I'm all yawning
In front of the mic tryna finish this track
I told cross let me build this spliff
Let the beat play and I'ma be right back
If you ask what I do, I trap and I rap
I trap and I rap and I trap
I never go home till I finish my pack
And I never went home till I finish my tracks
Outside when the sun was emerging
Not a regular car, it's a German
It was dark now I hear birds chirping
Working out and about, I'm serving
Pissed on the M-Way, I miss my turning
I never twenty minutes at it, I'm burning
We ain't in the same league, we're earning
Swerving, rolling around, I'm purging
Four AM, I'm in a stu
I'm lit when I'm off that juice
A thousand purple notes in this coupe
I was out searching tryna find me a shoot
You was at home, can't do what I do
Lurking, you can't move how I move
Earning, making cash on the move
I just wanna make racks and fly to the moon
Four AM, I'm in a stu
I'm lit when I'm off that juice
A thousand purple notes in this coupe
I was out searching tryna find me a shoot
You was at home, can't do what I do
Lurking, you can't move how I move
Earning, making cash on the move
I just wanna make racks and fly to the moon
Written by: Demar Rose-Brown, Javay Fulton
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