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Its 4am In the 212 Like the 213, lets go make some heat Cup is sipping On some Hennessy, I got hella weed Lets go split this keef Its 4 AM In the 212 The message through, shawty what it do Chopping stems Rolling up a deuce L's come in two, just for me and you I aint trippin If you ain't feeling me Numbers by the treach Players let it preach You ain't trippin You got hot line bling You get hella rings, just pick up for me W-y-d r-n you know whats popping Blue text the ex for sex face time or live p popping On the gram smoking grams the kush look like diamonds when I chop it Finna bag a bitch like i copped it one night off the top like its Compton For them haters go check the ballistics and ask ya bitch she'll tell you who popped it Yah I'm high off the smoke the more that blow another one dropping Like bird shit nobody want it, like yo kids nobody want em I gotta wear rubbers like turbans bitches is lurking scheming and plotting Ya man not me so stop it Pillow talking gone lead to me walking I see you on the gram watching Then go leaking dm's like I'm stalking (Huh) Cut the cap , I'll chalk it Pussy killer I'm the faucet Waters parting like Moses Them gates open L-Fro prophet, shawty was poppin Its 4am In the 212 Like the 213, lets go make some heat Cup is sipping On some Hennessy, I got hella weed Lets go split this keef