3am!

Yeah, I kind of regret that I met you
I hop in the whip, like suketsu
Yeah, the stick on me long like a pencil
Yeah, I gave it my all just to text you
Yeah, it got to the point I ain't text you
It got to the point
You was telling niggas bout the way that I move and I left you

Tell me why, You be always running to my line
3AM you hit me up and you like "Kev you so fine"
And she say its all in my mind
I'm tryna keep up but the kid can't try
Tryna get me a bag, I don't need no dime
The glock telling me it's fine

The glock tellin me its ok
"Do not run from the chop cause this bitch got a range"
I'm tryna get to that safe,
If he talking online he get two to his face
She saying I'm fine, but she aint gon say
She getting kicked out the place
If that boy wanna test me, He gon see the K
And we finna send that boy back where he came
Yeah, I've been drinking drinking drinking
Thinking bout you
Late night I be thinkin, Really I did this I can't lose
She still want givenchy shoes
I really don't think, I do
I got too many hoes can't chose
I don't know why I'm stuck on you

Tell me why, You be always running to my line
3AM you hit me up and you like "Kev you so fine"
And she say its all in my mind
I'm tryna keep up but the kid can't try
Tryna get me a bag, I don't need no dime
The glock telling me it's fine



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