1AM Lyrics

(Fuck the other shit we got Milo on the beat)

Niggas woke me back up i'm in that one mode

Told the engineer don't press R until the blunt rolled

I been crisscrossed by my brothers I'm like fuck bros

Hope they think i'm lackin

Try it and it's gun smoke

Brody shoot the glizzy so much

I think the gun broke

40 With the 50 on it

Nigga that's a drum roll

It's 1 am i'm tryna get it in she's like come home

I just smoked a eighth to the face now my lungs gone

Nigga i don't cuff hoes

Never will i trust hoes

Niggas trippin bout a bitch

Do you like her and get you bust on

Ion want no friends

Just some money from my custos

Yeah i'm blessed but i ain't settling for less

Bitch i want more

How the fuck you care about me

When i was down i ain't get one call

Smokin out the pound all week

But what i roll strong

Niggas got left thinking they was right

But they was all wrong

I'm just tryna

(Uh, aye)

I'm just tryna count the pape up

Til i get paper cuts

Sorry baby ion wanna fuck

Just give me face or sum

I can't say her name

But the way she suck she my favorite one

I just wanna make some money

Don't wanna make no love

I be feelin kinda funny if ion take my drugs

All about that bread and that cheese

But ion post no subs

That's like tellin' on yourself

Ion post no guns

Chillin all black like the presi

But i'm not gon run

I'm treating niggas like my kids but ion got no sons

She a demon yeah i know it's going down she put it in a bun

It only took a week to touch guts

It took you a month

Uh, it only took me a week

Aye, i just filled my blunt with some runtz

Now i'm geeked

I might take a shot a Casa an then chase it with the lean

I feel like Mamba

I just dropped two fours

And popped a bean

I was lookin in the mirror

I'm like "what you wanna be?"

Yeah my heart on ice

But i love it when she cream

I be feelin' low but i get high like self esteem

I'm tryna leave the fully on E and make sure everybody eat

Nigga pulled up with a deuce deuce

And he don't got no Jimmy wit that heat

You a internet nigga

Get in beef and make a tweet

I can't get into that wit em ima see him when i see

When i rap it's like a preach

Reverend Run DMC

Bad bitch on her knees

Tongue game too elite

How your life on the line

You pump faked didn't squeeze

Niggas trippin so fn what i'm grippin

Like i'm fishin' in the sea

Tryna win an stack them dubs

I can't fit em in my jeans

I ain't chillin at the club i'm tryna get a hunnit gs

Who gon take care of my momma when i'm finished and i leave?

Keep a chrome and my heart

Gotta wear it on my sleeve