3am Lyrics

I spent a band for these pants they amiris

I got a bad lil' bitch on my left, on the right

Got a Glock and you know im gone

I spent a band for these pants, they amiris

I got a bad lil' bitch on my left, on the right

I got a Glock and you know what it is

I hope you know what it is

I be outside with this shit getting wicked,

I flow with the wind

This shit getting sticky, post up outside with the blicky

post up outside with the blicky

I tell that lil' bitch don't hit me

If you feelin' like you miss me, you don't

I don't got time for the kiki

I don't got time for the talk on the phone

I never go for anything strange

I aint startin now watch your tone

My kind of demons they come at at night

Hate to be up at 3am all alone

I'm up at 3am, I'm bout to geek out

I'm bout to geek out

I'm with this bad lil' vibe and her friends

They some eaters, they some lil' eaters

Hit from the back while me speed up

Now she can see at first she was a sleeper

Pour up a deuce in a fuego

First i was a geeker, turns out I'm a leaner

Yeah, turns out I'm a leaner

I got lil' shawty a sip she got geeker

I said I loved you i didnt mean it

Everybody know I'm a tweaker

Just like twin said, if you leave, you gon' need me

I don't need ya

If you catch me out in public i might just catch amnesia

I don't remember a thing

I don't remember your name

What's goin' on

You the one wanna play games

Now it's my turn, you don't like it

Let's go

I turned to a renegade

You tried to waste my time

Guess you thought I was stupid

You cannot lie in my face

Then really expect me to sit right there lookin' clueless

It never fail everytime i run that bag up

They fall on me

But its not the same on the other side

Grass dont be green on the other side

Now I can see

Somebody asked me where my heart was

I just told him it's R.I.P

Back then it felt like my heart had got ripped out my chest

Nah literally

I spent a band for these pants, they amiris

I got a bad lil' bitch on my left, on the right

I got a Glock and you know what it is

I hope you know what it is

I be outside with this shit getting wicked,

I flow with the wind

This shit getting sticky, post up outside with the blicky

post up outside with the blicky

I tell that lil' bitch don't hit me

If you feelin' like you miss me, you don't

I don't got time for the kiki

I don't got time for the talk on the phone

I never go for anything strange

I aint startin now watch your tone

My kind of demons they come at at night

Hate to be up at 3am all alone