3AmInTheLew Lyrics

Run down on your ass and up the chop and let it squeeze

You is not no fuckin' threat, your ass be bitin' on that cheese

Of course she ain't fuckin' with you niggas, cause you get hit up with some cheap

And she stay fuckin' my niggas, cause we the type to blow that heat

She got good lil' pussy ass, her ass gon put me right to sleep

And I got more space for the violence, but you get shot for prayin' for peace

You act tough around these bitches until we catch you and turn you sweet

And this new Glock super rad shit, I got the bullets, ain't R.I.P

Even though we Muslim, we gon' wrap him like a Christmas gift

Go spend all your bread up on a hot car, your ass get shot to death

This is Stryker Car bro, we out here takin' right or left

This is no past summer, even if you family, you better not switch up next

It's like three a.m. inside the Lew

Cruisin' with my felons, all my niggas really shoot

You don't wanna claim his ass got shot, we seen the news

I got two slut friends, so bringin' your friends along with you

We do not pump fake up on this hoe, we let it loose

Yeah, that's our Pshordyy, but late at night, he turn to a goon

Score up in that paint like Ja Morant or Michael Coop

Step up on that gas and take as far as long as, I stay bringin' all my niggas

We can go shot for shot, right out our guns to see which one get empty

Fell in love with the Glocks, cause that's the type I can carry without a safety

Bring up on that convo, I'm poppin' off just like I'm Lil Baby

Flame from out that chop, it got the whole city thinkin' that we be crazy