3am In Mobile Lyrics

Wake up in the morning and get to it

I don't play with my self make you bitch do it

I told bro keep the Glock in his grip take it off of ya hip niggas die they can't get to it

Call the Ar red light nigga stopping them whips

I don't care bout a thot she just mopping the dick

Best duck don't die don't get shot in this bitch

It got hot in this bitch niggas flock out the whip

I'm still rocking out with the same crew

Shawty wanna get saved I can't blame you

I ain't super man hoe I can't save you

Hit that bitch for a hour she came too

He be cap in his raps he ain't living that

Enough of that I'm sick of that

Couple niggas got hit in they fitted cap

Dropped his lo now he lost he ain't getting back

This money shit slight it ain't new to me

Say she got a man what the fuck he gone do to me

I peep you pussy boy it ain't no fooling me

Been busting shit way before I hit puberty

I know that nigga ain't bout nun

He rap about guns but caught up without one

He put my name in a song what the fuck is he on nigga you know the outcome

Whole lotta bands in my pants they sagging my pants can't walk round with out some

I pray that he slip if we get on his ass bullets fast nigga who you gone outrun

Paranoid I been clutching my steel tight

Shit without I don't even feel right

I got some wounds that ain't heal real

Doctors saved him so he getting killed twice

I was doing this shit when they wasn't

Hit his brain I want more than concussions

Me and P went OT with my cousin

Bullets put him to sleep Robitussin

Who the fuck do these niggas be touching

Arp got a beam we ain't tussling

Shawty we ain't a thing we just fucking

Nigga post like he hard but he ducking

Too loyal you know I can't lane switch

Do a drill get away then I change fits

Took a break now I'm back on the same shit

You ain't claim her we fucking the same bitch

I don't want her I'm putting my man's on

I gotta beg ya bitch to keep her pants on

I'm too hot cut the fan on

All that business we stand on

Like yoga mats we tryna stretch em

Randy Moss I throw a bullet he catch it

I just be fucking these bitches don't stress em

The same bitch you loving I got her undressing

Like lil nigga you can't tell me nothing

Don't take pics in my bed hoe you bugging

She keep sucking till she feel me nutting

Ain't gone lie if we linking I'm fucking

I'm rolling on beats just like Michelin bro got Glock and I know that he risking it uh

Fatality my Niggas finish em niggas see me get to running and trembling uh

She with her friends so she living it up

Nah this ain't for fashion I'm blicking at some

Not with chitter chat 30 some rounds hit his fitted cap

Ain't no pity just fill him with slugs

Moving wocky boy I pour the lean in my pop

Talking crazy the next thing he seen was a dot

You a baby I'm rocking to sleep all the opps

Tried to play me so I put a beam on his top

She only get dick ain't no flowers and cards

I sent his soul to the moon and the stars

All of this money been healing my scars

Give my all to the beat wake up do it tomorrow

Wake up in the morning and get to it

I don't play with my self make you bitch do it

I told bro keep the Glock in his grip take it off of ya hip niggas die they can't get to it

Call the Ar red light nigga stopping them whips

I don't care bout a thot she just mopping the dick

Best duck don't die don't get shot in this bitch

It got hot in this bitch niggas flock out the whip