3am in Da K Lyrics

3AM in the fucking K

Bitches always talking shit

Don't ever say it to my face

When I see that bitch

Pow bow

I'm blow her face

Bitch I know where your momma

And your fucking granny lay

My big bro got the drac

We don't even play no games

Police pull us over

Best believe we ain't gone say no names

Couldn't fuck that nigga

He from the boro

Man that nigga lame

Bitches wanna be from the willow

What the fuck he saying

Bitch I'm rocking black and yellow

Yeah that is my fucking type

Talking all that tough shit

But you got hit by a dike

Bitch you got that from the corner store

You know that ain't no ice

I be having too motion

Man I can't even describe

Yeah

Bitch I got the bands

Nigga in my phone

And he say wanna link again

Told him give me time

Baby cause I don't know when

I be outside

I be going right with the wind

Yeah

Bitches always talking

All that shit

This next verse

For you stupid ass hoes

Who had something

To say about a nigga

How y'all hate me about a nigga

Who died up off them percs

I ain't tryna diss that nigga

But that shit really hurt

Had that nigga on my shirt

Nigga eat me like dessert

I been sinning all day

I think i need to go to church

Ah

Like I'm go to hell

How your homies

Got the money

They ain't put money

On your bail

Nigga broke as fuck

But on the internet

He rich as hell

Doing all that unemployment

Yeah bitch you broke as hell

Ah

Been that bitch

Since I was in the school

Hoes be talking hella shit

Bitch you know

I have no rules

Jump out

Spray her with that bear mace

I don't give a damn

I am not from Detroit

But yall bitches is some hams

You get it

Tyler keep on talking bitch

I'm beat your mother fucking ass

And I don't need no switch

You already know where

My mother fucking auntie live

Always on the internet

With them twitter lips

Yeah

You dick sucking bitch

Always talking about a nigga

That you already hit

My brother said he tapped

That little pussy

And it wasn't it

You should be ashamed of yourself

You couldn't sell that shit

Ha

3AM in the K

Y'all know this my shit

Bitches said they had me running

Like come on bitch

I know you seen me at the store

And you ain't say nothing

This my shit bitch

Bitches ain't really on shit

Yeah

Niggas really ain't from the trenches either

They been growing up in big ass houses

And nice ass cars

But they wanna play gang gang

That's why half of them dead now

Like

I just had to say something

Y'all already know this my city

Bye