3 A.M. Freestyle ft. Baby CMB

If I ain't got wock I'm sipping on tris I can see in your eyes that you ain't no killer

I don't need no pill to go on a drill fuck the judge they give my dog all them years

Look in the mirror I'm facing my fear them bags been sold before they got here

My bitch stay complaining I ain't tryna hear it

Trapping on the block tryna run up a M Baby CMB I ain't never shed a tear

Get too close then I'm coming off the hip just made a big play had poo poo in the rear

Niggas say they trapping out here pulling stunts

Can't hit this blunt got dude in here 5k run through that shit every month

No crook move I been out here money hunting I'm out here in the A with the motherfuckin button

Lil buddy got hit up I ain't heard nothing .556 hit em up while I hit the blunt