3AM Lyrics

Y'all scrillin', keep it real, turn me up

Mm, man, what

Mm, yeah

My hunnids blue, my 50s pink I got her wet just like the scene

She love to nut, her favorite drink I'm on her mind just like a dream

Red smoke, now I'm with the scene Pop out and I wipe my queen

When I step, fuck off the scene When I step, walk on your team

I love a bitch that's really mean Fuck the good walk with a lean

Come and get your bitch, she wanna fuck She in the kinky thing

She hit the ground, I made her scream Did my time, I got her squeezed

Sippin', walkin', blowin' trees Ain't never been no hoe in me

But I got to hoe with me And it ain't been no Joe with me

Cause I got this pole with me And why your partner told on me

I cannot let it go Bring it white just like it's snow

He said his beef is on the floor So we rock out at his show

50 pinks and 100 blues She think it's love, lil' bitch, you knew

I'm the goat, don't got a zoo He said smoke, that shit not true

He said his house, so bring it on I'm tryna catch him slippin' long

Walk up on him, but she don't That shit forever set in stone

She can fly just like a drone He steal it from his partner, nigga, slime

We hit it, block, we spin it back Just like a nigga, every rewind

Ran out with it, fine I don't know, but shit, I'm keepin' mine

Dad done told that boy to come up out the house But he just keep on hidin

Them bitches settin' him up So these niggas, they just keep on dyin

My brother ain't got plans to make But them niggas keep on tryin

They keep on droppin' love So me and the gang, we just gon' keep on slidin

We hit that screen and miss Told the driver, spin back one more time

She think it's love, whole time I lied She want relations, fuck the guys

I'm on this air like shit on flies They got me started overnight

I'm off the gas, I'm floatin' I'm on the dick, yo, bitch, he chokin

I better not catch you loafin' Catch him slippin' bed time

If I get caught with this Glock, lil' CJ doin' fed time

He dead now Can't hear what he said now

Huh? Yeah, tryna snatch a dread now

I smoke a wood, then blow the time Tony Hawk, we trap the grind

Get out your feelings, stop the grind I'm goin' up a bad this time

Go check you some dollar signs, nigga, pull your skirt down

Them boys used to move slow Bettin' them bitches work now

He used to trap like day and night Now he go to church now

He used to stand on fuckin' business Walkin' with a purse now

He used to run the fuckin' track He askin', can I clock out

300 black out on your block I bet I clear the block out

Gag, Glock, stop, drop, what? Whip it raw, we in the pipe

He said, smoke that summin' snide That bitch, we gon' give me drugs

Man, what

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