3 AM

Bitch, it's three a.m. Why you callin' my phone at three in the mornin Ayy, you ain't even talk about shit. Ayy, you tryna get bitches in the hood when I don't even know what the f*ck you got goin' on and shit You callin' my phone at three in the mornin' and shit, bro, ya feel me It's three a.m. Why you callin' my phone? Stop wastin' my time My phone on dnd. You can't get through it. I got that money on my mind I'm still outside, I'm a roadrunner. She be blowing' my phone up asking what I'm doin I told her, hold on, baby, I'm on the block. I'ma hit you back just in case I get into it I speak what I live with my music. I got blues on me. You want smoke, I'm tryna talk to your big, homie Remember them days when shit was bad? Now I'm up, it got me glad I'm tryna split somethin'. Keep talkin, man, I'm tryna hit somethin Claiming you bout it lil nigga come get some Look at my flow when I walk. Look at my flow when I talk I'm on beat with everything. know I'ma flip your car, tryna spin inna hawk, normalize stop pocket watchin'. Your man's gon' run when them shots get to poppin I'ma just talk about money and violence. I see red, them bodies start droppin It's three a.m. Why you callin' my phone? Stop wastin' my time My phone on, dnd, you can't get through it. I got that money on my mind I'm still outside, I'm a roadrunner. She be blowin' my phone up, askin what I'm doin I told her, hold on, baby, I'm on the block. I'ma hit you back just in case I get into it I speak what I live with my music. I got blues on me. You want smoke, I'm tryna talk to your big, homie Remember them days when shit was bad? Now I'm up, it got me glad I'm tryna split somethin'. Keep talkin, man, I'm tryna hit somethin Claiming u bout it lil nigga come get some