3Am Inna Raq (Remix)
Took a nigga yawk and drew it on em no Tate,
I'll chalk a nigga leave the scene just like that shit on two rare face,
First time I had to slide I tried to leave some shit up on the pavement,
I ain't hit shit only thing I think about now get close and blick
Tryna hawk a nigga 85 that's what I spent don't reach for shit
Gotta get up with me I ain't got no block and that's just how it is,
But on my pops I got some hawks that'll send your ass right in that crib,
Give me some time in a minute I'm finna be dropping back to back,
Thought I was done naw I ain't done I'm finna heat up like some crack,
Designer shit i'm into that I might just buy a nigga hat,
Yeah I'd tell you if it's beef but still a creep just like a hawk,
Yeah his ass was soft cut the grass off move out the snake,
Fuck the jakes jump in a custo whip and serve right in they face,
Call me Chris cause I'm the one they hate still got me jumping gates,
Your whole image gone get erased from that lil pic you tried to paint,
Blrrd blrrd phone ringing again man I know you a bum,
Bills stacking on top of bills go get some shit up to your moms,
Tryna feel like Sremmurd them going up like Donald Trump,
Grab that pipe just like a addict I be feening for the dump,
I'm tryna put some miles on her ain't no brakes beat up her trunk,
Rolling back to back big woods of Za bitch we don't fuck with Bunk,
Niggas saying it's static seen me in the mall they ain't do nothing,
Quick to let them have it walking through they shit clutching my gun,
Watch the shit you say cause shells bump to niggas bumping gums,
For that shit up in the past I hit they shit all you heard was, run,
H-D-G gone make some money nigga play then we gone hawk,
Niggas be tatted up with that gangsta shit and ain't did nothin but talk,
Divided we fall we all equal you won't catch me playing boss,
I'll have hawk them kick your door and tell your ass to take it off ski,
H-D-G gone make some money nigga play then we gone hawk,
Niggas be tatted up with that gangsta shit and ain't did nothin but talk,
Divided we fall we all equal you won't catch me playing boss,
I'll have hawk them kick your door and tell your ass to take it off,
I'll chalk a nigga leave the scene just like that shit on two rare face,
First time I had to slide I tried to leave some shit up on the pavement,
I ain't hit shit only thing I think about now get close and blick
Tryna hawk a nigga 85 that's what I spent don't reach for shit
Gotta get up with me I ain't got no block and that's just how it is,
But on my pops I got some hawks that'll send your ass right in that crib,
Give me some time in a minute I'm finna be dropping back to back,
Thought I was done naw I ain't done I'm finna heat up like some crack,
Designer shit i'm into that I might just buy a nigga hat,
Yeah I'd tell you if it's beef but still a creep just like a hawk,
Yeah his ass was soft cut the grass off move out the snake,
Fuck the jakes jump in a custo whip and serve right in they face,
Call me Chris cause I'm the one they hate still got me jumping gates,
Your whole image gone get erased from that lil pic you tried to paint,
Blrrd blrrd phone ringing again man I know you a bum,
Bills stacking on top of bills go get some shit up to your moms,
Tryna feel like Sremmurd them going up like Donald Trump,
Grab that pipe just like a addict I be feening for the dump,
I'm tryna put some miles on her ain't no brakes beat up her trunk,
Rolling back to back big woods of Za bitch we don't fuck with Bunk,
Niggas saying it's static seen me in the mall they ain't do nothing,
Quick to let them have it walking through they shit clutching my gun,
Watch the shit you say cause shells bump to niggas bumping gums,
For that shit up in the past I hit they shit all you heard was, run,
H-D-G gone make some money nigga play then we gone hawk,
Niggas be tatted up with that gangsta shit and ain't did nothin but talk,
Divided we fall we all equal you won't catch me playing boss,
I'll have hawk them kick your door and tell your ass to take it off ski,
H-D-G gone make some money nigga play then we gone hawk,
Niggas be tatted up with that gangsta shit and ain't did nothin but talk,
Divided we fall we all equal you won't catch me playing boss,
I'll have hawk them kick your door and tell your ass to take it off,
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Writer(s): Terrence Arnold
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