3:33 AM Lyrics

Ah

I'm in my bag ouu, slat

You versus me? Mismatch

Bad little bitch I hit that

Look at the fif', kick back

Can you feel my pain? (Pain)

I'm going insane (I'm going insane)

There's way too much names (Way too much names)

And faces on chains (Ah, yah, yah, yah)

Bitches tryna line me (what), niggas tryna twine me

I don't gotta watch my back, I know my young boy got me (Grtt)

PTSD, it's really fucking with my body (Ah)

He popping all these drugs he started walking like a zombie

Ask me if I got it I told her "no" (Mmm)

Obviously I got it, couldn't let her know (Grtt)

I know a youngin' 14, he selling snow up in the snow

He put the perky in the lean

He seen the opps he let it blow

That's not cool, that's not cool

Little cuzzo got knocked shouldn't have went OT with those dudes

That's not cool, that's not cool

You snitching on your mans, you should of stuck to the rules (Thirty3)

I'm in my bag ouu, slat

You versus me? Mismatch

Bad little bitch I hit that

Look at the fif', kick back

Can you feel my pain? (Pain)

I'm going insane (I'm going insane)

There's way too much names (Way too much names)

And faces on chains (Ah, yah, yah, yah)

(It's Thirty3)