3am In Indianapolis

I been drinking a lot lately and
I'm already tired

I can tell you what I would and what I won't
I can tell you what you should and what's a no
I can tell you where to go and that's the door
She going straight for the money she on the floor

3AM in Indianapolis
Riding with a bad bitch she say she want a backwood
I ain't even smoking but I got her
I can't give her nothing but some good dick and a mattress
Hit her three times and kick her out, yea that's a hat trick
(Oh uh)
And she posting for the gram cause that's her habit

Fuck around I won't even hit her
Charge it to the game my heart is cold as December
Went to front a quarter pound I flipped until I went up
Damn, went from two ounces to serving round, I'm two pounds up
Now what the fuck is we talking bout?
Homie acting crazy bout this bitch go head and let it out
Man this shit ain a joke
By the time I hit twenty I'll be ready to blow
Like it or not
She was on my body fore you ever had a shot
Ion like to think about it ain't no second thoughts
Spinning back like Jordan, 45, with the Glock
(Uh)
Ima keep it compact cause it's a lot

Bitch get back
Hit him with the hook like I'm Tyson don't need a strap
Heard that boy complacent I heard he ain get it back
(Uh, damn)
If it's me I ain waiting I'm getting back

Getting head up while I'm driving
Moving round the city with a bad bitch on my-
That's my side thing
And she tryna tote the gun
And she tryna hold my funds
Girl you ain getting none but
You ain getting none but weed you gotta roll it
Free smoke
You ain't getting no more I needa go

I was just a kid trying drugs like, "What? It's supposed to?"
Cardiac arrest im out my body just a host to it
Drinking liquor every night when I ain supposed to
Keep it quiet til I'm onna mic I keep my sins for the ProTools
Uh, damn
They don't fuck with me local
That's okay Im flying out I got some fans in Miami
Got some fans out in Georgia
I was born in Indiana but got fam out by Portland
Trailblazing fuck employment i been tryna get more in
Money rollin in like Thunder shooters benched like Lu Dort is
Uh
I like my girls a lil whorish
She ain't fucking w no condom guess I'm fucking her throat then

Fuck around I won't even hit her
Charge it to the game my heart is cold as December
Went to front a quarter pound I flipped until I went up
Damn, went from two ounces to serving round, I'm two pounds up
Now what the fuck is we talking bout?
Homie acting crazy bout this bitch go head and let it out
Man this shit ain a joke
By the time I hit twenty I'll be ready to blow
Like it or not
She was on my body fore you ever had a shot
Ion like to think about it ain't no second thoughts
Spinning back like Jordan, 45, with the Glock
(Uh)
Ima keep it compact cause it's a lot