3AM

3 AM, he crept through the back door, I was sleepin' then When I heard a big boom, I popped up like, who the f*ck is in Grabbed my blicky, peeped past my door, there went Buddy nem Let off two shots in my own crib, here come the cops again They probably think I'm sellin' dope, or just some illegal shit But you know I can't ever go, can't never ever call it quits Right back to the street shit, back up on the corner Sellin' marijuana just to make a couple dollars Right back to the flip script, they ran in my shit I let off two shots and almost caught me a lil' bitch I saw him and Buddy tryna run right through the kitchen I keep missin', let me off some more without a hesitation This a quick decision, keep on shootin' or let him go Because they almost out the door, but I'm tryna up the score Tryna put one in the dirt, tryna put one in the flo Keep on bussin' at they ass until I can't buss no more, uh Finna go back in, right back on they ass like, here we go again Two Glocks with two different extensions, these bitches Olson twins Had to tell lil bro, don't ever f*ck with me and my partner nem This shit can't get ugly, it's really gon' be a problem now Blood shed , funds spent, all up in the same day Whoever woulda thought his homie bout got did the same way I ain't talkin' shit, nah, that shit's just the fuckin' truth How you say you slidin and your homies won't even slide for you Catch him while they lackin', send him to the fuckin' grave His mama shoulda told him this would happen if he misbehaved Had to whoop his ass like he was back up in the second grade He was talkin' tough, I sent his ass up to them heaven gates Pushin' on the pedal and I ain't talkin' bout no fuckin' brakes Always keep the gas and I ain't talkin' bout no speedway F*ck around and crash, doin' the dash on the E-Way I ain't pullin' over, I don't give a f*ck bout what police say