3am In Indianapolis Lyrics

I been drinking a lot lately and

Look, 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 smoking but I got her

I can't give her nothing but some good dick and a mattress

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

(Oh uh)

And she posting for the gram now that's some bad shit

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 talking bout?

Homie acting crazy 'bout this bitch, go head, let it out

Man this shit ain't a joke

By the time I hit twenty I'll be ready to blow

(Uh, uh)

Like it or not

She was on my body 'fore 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 (uh)

Im'a keep it compact 'cause it's a lot (uh)

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 while I'm driving

Moving round the city with a bad bitch on my-

That's my side thing

Uh, and she tryna tote the gun

Uh, uh, and she tryna hold my funds

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 needa 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

Drinking liquor every night when I ain't supposed to

Keep it quiet 'til 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 flying out I got some fans in Miami

Got some fans out in Georgia

I was born in Indiana but got fam out by Portland

Trailblazing, fuck employment, I been tryna get more in

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

Uh

I like my girls a little whorish

She ain't fucking with no condom guess I'm fucking 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 talking bout?

Homie acting crazy 'bout this bitch, go head, let it out

Man this shit ain't a joke

By the time I hit twenty I'll be ready to blow

(Uh, uh)

Like it or not

She was on my body 'fore 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 (uh)

Im'a keep it compact 'cause it's a lot (uh)