3am In Indianapolis

I been drinking a lot lately and Look, 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 now that's some bad shit F*ck 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 f*ck is we talking bout? Homie acting crazy 'bout this bitch, go head, let it out Man this shit ain't a joke By the time I hit twenty I'll be ready to blow (Uh, uh) Like it or not She was on my body 'fore you ever had a shot I don't like to think about it, ain't no second thoughts Spinning back like Jordan, 45, with the Glock (uh) Im'a keep it compact 'cause it's a lot (uh) 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't get it back (Uh, damn) If it's me I ain't 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 Uh, and she tryna tote the gun Uh, uh, and she tryna hold my funds Bitch, you ain't getting none but You ain't 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, I'm out my body just a host to it Drinking liquor every night when I ain't supposed to Keep it quiet 'til I'm on the mic I keep my sins for the ProTools Uh, damn They don't f*ck with me local That's okay I'm 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, f*ck employment, I been tryna get more in Money rollin' in like Thunder, shooters benched like Lu Dort is Uh I like my girls a little whorish She ain't fucking with no condom guess I'm fucking her throat then F*ck 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 f*ck is we talking bout? Homie acting crazy 'bout this bitch, go head, let it out Man this shit ain't a joke By the time I hit twenty I'll be ready to blow (Uh, uh) Like it or not She was on my body 'fore you ever had a shot I don't like to think about it, ain't no second thoughts Spinning back like Jordan, 45, with the Glock (uh) Im'a keep it compact 'cause it's a lot (uh)