3am In Mobile
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
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
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Writer(s): Elijah Collins
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