3am In Indianapolis Lyrics

I been drinking a lot lately and I

I'm already tired

I can tell you what I would and what I won't

I can tell you what you should and what's a no

I can tell you where to go and that's the door

She going straight for the money, she on the floor

3am in Indianapolis, riding with a bad bitch, she say she want a Backwood

I ain't even smokin' but I got her

I can't give her nothin' but some good dick and a mattress

Hit her three times and kick her out, yeah, that's a hat trick

Now she posting for the gram cause that's her habit

Fuck around, I won't even hit her

Charge it to the game, my heart is cold as December

Went to front a quarter pound, I flipped until I went up, damn

Went from two ounces to serving 'round, I'm two pounds up

Now what the fuck is we talkin' bout?

Homie acting crazy bout this bitch, go ahead let it out

Man, this shit ain't a joke, by the time I hit twenty, I'll be ready to blow

Like it or not

She was on my body before you ever had a shot

I don't like to think about it, ain't no second thoughts

Spinning back like Jordan 45 with the Glock

I'ma keep it compact, cause there's a lot

Bitch get back, hit him with the hook like I'm Tyson, don't need a strap

Heard that boy complacent, I heard he ain't get it back

Uh, damn

If it's me, I ain't waiting, I'm getting back

Getting head up when I'm driving

Moving 'round the city with a bad bitch on my

That's my side thing

And she tryna tote the gun

And she tryna hold my funds, uh

Bitch, you ain't getting none but-

You ain't getting none but weed, you gotta roll it

Free smoke

You ain't getting no more, I need to go

I was just a kid trying drugs like "What it's supposed to?"

Cardiac arrest, I'm out my body, just a host to it

Drinkin' liquor every night when I ain't supposed to

Keep it quiet till I'm on the mic I keep my sins for the ProTools

Uh, damn

They don't fuck with me local, that's okay, I'm flyin' out

I got some fans in Miami, got some fans out in Georgia

I was born in Indiana, but got fam out by Portland

Trailblazin', fuck employment, I been tryna get more in

Money rollin' right in like Thunder, shooters benched like Lu Dort is

Like my girl's a little whorish

She ain't fuckin' with no condom

Guess I'm fuckin' her throat then

Fuck around, I won't even hit her

Charge it to the game, my heart is cold as December

Went to front a quarter pound, I flipped until I went up, damn

Went from two ounces to serving 'round, I'm two pounds up

Now what the fuck is we talkin' bout?

Homie acting crazy bout this bitch, go ahead let it out

Man, this shit ain't a joke, by the time I hit twenty, I'll be ready to blow

Like it or not

She was on my body before you ever had a shot

I don't like to think about it, ain't no second thoughts

Spinning back like Jordan 45 with the Glock

I'ma keep it compact, cause there's a lot