3am Freestyle

Mmm, you know who the f*ck it is, nigga It's C-2 Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm I got about four Glocks up on me in this bitch right now Your ass could try to play some games, you gon' have shots up in your car Might as well call the Glock Mike Tyson the way it hit you in yo jaw Okay, okay, and I ain't worried about no hoe She probably fuckin' on my boys Alright, if you niggas in the city, why the f*ck y'all always hiding And all this motion that we're having, just watch, it'll blow your mind T.D. asking , do i wan kill em , bullets , ripping out his spine And you could think about putting the chase up, you niggas won't ' cross the line Uh-huh, yeah, we outside and we smacking shit for real This opp hoe text my phone, she love me tryna figure if it's real I know these niggas ain't ready to kill, I know these niggas ain't ready to drill Nigga was a quarterback, I guess he's tryna hop up in the Real Friend Uh, in the Real Friend Nigga was a quarterback, I guess he's tryna hop up in the Real Field Yeah, get your shit picked off, roun hea niggah Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on I got about four Glocks upon you in this bitch right now Your ass could try to play some games, you gon' have shots up in your car Might as well call the Glock Mike Tyson the way it hits ya jaw Okay, okay, and I ain't worried about no hoe, she probably fuckin' on my boys And I can't wait till the day we meet, I'll probably send your ass to God I got Lil' T.D. ridin' around all night with the Roys Imma have you thinkin' this shit, madden , the way I send this fuckin' blitz And you don't wanna get your hoe involved, cause I'ma f*ck your bitch I see that it's 3 a.m. on the clock, feel like I've been in the stu all day on lockdown Got so much purple in this bitch, Li Keb pourin' in my styrofoam F*ck, she keep callin' my phone, I'm probably not even gon' make it home Mm-mm, probably can't make it home Stupid hoe tryna set me up so bad, she left her fuckin' ringer on Oh, yeah, left her ringer on Stupid hoe tryna set me up I got bout four Glocks up on me in this bitch right now Your ass could try to play some games, you gon' have shots up in your car Might as well call the Glock Mike Tyson the way it hit ya in yo jaw Okay, okay, and I ain't worried about no hoe , she probably fuckin' on my boys Ridin' around with so much smoke, you can't even fill up all these Gars We usin' Glocks, no more we usin' choppas, these niggas li boys inhaling ' all this fuckin' smoke, we tryna send one to the Lord Bullets rippin' out through his face, Got, him lookin' and seein' stars And I say I can't let them niggas take me Okay, and I pray I don't catch him in the city Cause when I spray, you know li Chene comin' at me Ain't Sparin' no type of, I'm prayin' they run up on me Mm, they run up on me No, no, no, no, they ain't run up on me Yeah, you know who the f*ck it is, nigga It's C2 And when I spray, you know li Chene comin' at me Ain't sprayin' no type of, I'm prayin' they run up on me Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm ......