4 AM chords by
2 Chainz
2 Chainz

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Key: A major
Verse 1
Bm
Bm
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C
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Bm
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C
Yeah, yeah,
Bm
Bm
C
C
yeah
(M-M-M-Murda)
Bm
Bm
C
C
Yeah, yeah
Bm
Bm
Damn right, bro
C
C
4 AM,
Verse 2
Bm
Bm
I'm just gettin' started
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C
For my birthday I threw me a
Bm
Bm
surprise party
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C
Reminiscin' 'bout the trap,
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Bm
playin' the first Carter
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C
My life changed when I had
my first daughter
Bm
Bm
C
C
Got my first quarter flippin'
fifty-dollar slabs
slabs
Bm
Bm
C
C
Your nigga lookin' at the bills,
askin' you for half
Bm
Bm
C
C
Cut from a different cloth,
take pride in results
Bm
Bm
C
C
Anytime she wanna dip I'm
providin' the sauce
G
G
C
C
You on side of the boss,
so you kind of the boss
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Bm
C
C
You keep playin' with me,
I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for
the free-free on on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga,
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Bm
king like BB on you niggas, yeah
G
G
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C
Ride with Champagne P
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Bm
If it wasn't for the struggle
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C
then I wouldn't be me
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Bm
Call me Deuce or Dos,
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C
anything but broke
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Bm
Got my aim from the scope,
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got the game by the throat, damn
Verse 3
Bm
Bm
Okay, you popped up on me by
C
C
surprise (yeah, yeah)
Bm
Bm
You see I never took you for the poppin'
C
C
type (straight up)
Em
Em
Damn, it's 4 AM so please be
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C
lieve the hype (it's lit)
Bm
Bm
Hit the lights (yeah), I'm
C
C
Em
Em
way over top
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C
Pop it, flick it
Bm
Bm
Drop a pin,
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C
send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
Bm
Bm
I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe
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C
Bm
Bm
spaceship (skrrt, skr rt)
Drop off a bag of some
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C
dangerous (yeah)
Bm
Bm
I'ma hit you, 4 AM,
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C
see if you make it (yeah)
Bm
Bm
C
C
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky,
Verse 4
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ooh
Bm
Bm
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C
In a group with the best rapper that's alive,
ooh
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Bm
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Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain't wanna fuck the bitch
but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Bm
Bm
C
C
Hard to get some head and try to drive,
ooh
Bm
Bm
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C
Jumpin' out the cake and that's surprisin',
ooh
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Bm
C
C
Pickin' up the duffel bag like exercisin',
ooh
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Bm
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C
Bought mama new house 'cause she deserve it,
ooh
Bm
Bm
G
G
Practice makes perfect but
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C
nobody's perfect, ooh
Bm
Bm
C
C
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Bm
Bm
Send you to Dr. Miami
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C
for your surgery, ooh
Verse 5
Bm
Bm
Okay, you popped up on me by
C
C
surprise (yeah, yeah)
Em
Em
Bm
Bm
You see I never took you for the poppin'
C
C
Em
Em
type (straight up)
Damn, it's 4 AM so please
C
C
believe the hype (its lit)
Bm
Bm
C
C
Hit the lights (yeah), I'm way over top
Pop it, flick it
Bm
Bm
Drop a pin,
C
C
send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
Bm
Bm
C
C
Em
Em
I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt,
C
C
Bm
Bm
skr rt)
Drop off a bag of some
C
C
dangerous (yeah)
Bm
Bm
I'ma hit you, 4 AM,
C
C
Bm
Bm
see if you make it (yeah)
Verse 6
C
C
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crew neck
Bm
Bm
C
C
Ooh, on a killin' rapper spree and nigga,
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Bm
you next
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C
Ooh, they talkin', chillin',
watchin' Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and
Em
Em
watch bootlegs
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C
Bm
Bm
Ooh, I'm on my wave like a durag
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C
Ooh, I see your boo,
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Bm
now where your crew at?
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C
Ooh, talkin' Tequila for the pipe-up
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Bm
Ooh, Ooh,
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C
I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
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Bm
Trench God, drench God, really
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C
Represent and we the squad, really
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Bm
TEC got the Rollie, now I get it
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C
I used to sell drugs for a living
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Bm
Got me a job sellin' records
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C
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
G
G
Bm
Bm
Might buy a truck with the extra
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C
Might use the legs for a necklace
Verse 7
Bm
Bm
Okay, you popped up on me by
C
C
surprise (yeah, yeah)
Bm
Bm
You see I never took you for the poppin'
C
C
type (straight up)
Em
Em
Damn, it's 4 AM so please be
C
C
lieve the hype (it's lit)
Bm
Bm
Hit the lights (yeah), I'm
C
C
Em
Em
way over top
C
C
Pop it, flick it
Bm
Bm
C
C
Bm
Bm
Drop a pin, send location
Em
Em
(skrrt, skrrt)
C
C
Bm
Bm
C
C
I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt,
Em
Em
Bm
Bm
skr rt)
Drop off a bag of some
C
C
dangerous (yeah)
Bm
Bm
I'ma hit you, 4 AM,
C
C
Bm
Bm
C
C
Bm
Bm
C
C
Bm
Bm
G
G
C
C
see if you make it
(yeah)
Verse 8
Don't stop trappin', boy Got 'bout
twelve racks this mornin'
Got 'bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin'
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner,
she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner,
she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant,
'cept my partner and them
But we gettin' this money though,
I'm tellin' you that

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