3AM Lyrics

Swiggy on it, what up

Ayy, just listen to what I'm sayin

When I say what I'm sayin

How I say what I'm sayin

Fuck niggas

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Walk around with a game in my hand

Gotta b on the Glock when I shoot that bitch

Keep glitchin

Had to tune the laser to match the sight

So When I shoot at the opps, I won't be missin

Mama cryin on the news talkin' bout her son

His bitch ass shouldn't been dissin

She tryna argue, so I hop in the scat

I press on the gas, I ain't tryna listen

Hop hop in the track, that's 707

You know that's my favorite number

They think that we from OKC

We got big shit that sound like thunder

She wanna play games and not respond

That's why I just blocked her number

Them niggas so scared to come out the house

I'm sittin' there campin' like I'm a hunter

071 079, lil' bitch, that's where I was raised

OG thought I was goin' to the league

I told her mama that was just a phase

I got me a Button

Bro got him a Drac it ain't shit, to go tap a hat

I hate a OT nigga who steady tryna diss

Lil' nigga just slide to the raq

Montana was savage, he took one with him

Ain't nan nigga make him a pack

Take a wood to the head

I'm tryna get fried, lil' nigga, that's how I relax

Got tired of str8, I call my driver

We comin' in all black lac

Lil' 4nem bugs, they ready to toss

All I gotta do is tell em attack

Lil dell, just told me he don't like to drink

Cause it feel like he off his pivot

I'm a gangster, baby, I don't got time the opps

I'm tryna spin em

Adjust my hand when I get to tossin

I'm tryna hit him in the head

She tryna suck my dick, I told her

Nah, let me fuck instead

It's gettin' hot outside

You niggas gon' die for enjoyin' the weather

That switch get to shootin' in every direction

That bitch tryna hit at whoever

Got set up by a bitch

Shoulda used yo head, I thought you was clever

We ridin' with sticks, I ain't hoppin' in whips

Them bitches not hemi or better

You know it was us when you hear some shots in the city

Preferably 50

They see we got motion with this shit

So they tryna get in with me

She ask my cousin why I'm not talkin

She told her ass, lil' Ike not friendly

I call this glock

G abortion, that bitch delete like a plan B

Like a plan B, nigga