3 A.M. Freestyle (feat. 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
Stead of chasing a bag nigga chasing these hoes while you was on the game I was flipping these bows
If the shit get you high than you know that I sold it on FaceTime with cheese he told me he scored
If we go on a mission bet not tell a soul if you got raw they gone come back for more
I sold it all and I went got some more had to go on a trip to get these price this low
Yea he tryna get served ion pull up at no store just got off the phone with carl got them percs on the floor
Had to tell ha' slow down finna pull up at her door just have them junts ready I ain't tryna talk no more
Always cashed out how the fuck i went broke he came talking crazy crashed for the bankroll
Hit the dash in the Benz this ain't no stolo baby cmb I'm always on go
I'm talking bout hustling if y'all ain't know certified member super c them my folks
Just got a new glock and I'm ready to fucking blow
If I ain't got wok 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
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
Stead of chasing a bag nigga chasing these hoes while you was on the game I was flipping these bows
If the shit get you high than you know that I sold it on FaceTime with cheese he told me he scored
If we go on a mission bet not tell a soul if you got raw they gone come back for more
I sold it all and I went got some more had to go on a trip to get these price this low
Yea he tryna get served ion pull up at no store just got off the phone with carl got them percs on the floor
Had to tell ha' slow down finna pull up at her door just have them junts ready I ain't tryna talk no more
Always cashed out how the fuck i went broke he came talking crazy crashed for the bankroll
Hit the dash in the Benz this ain't no stolo baby cmb I'm always on go
I'm talking bout hustling if y'all ain't know certified member super c them my folks
Just got a new glock and I'm ready to fucking blow
If I ain't got wok 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
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Writer(s): Ytn Vanta
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