3AM IN THE RAQ

(Swaggyono, what up, bro?) (This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc) I'm just showin' these niggas I'm still in the field, uh Uh, yeah, bitch, uh Go and ask your homie, he gon' tell you Scoom Gang with the drama Signed my deal for four-point-six, my bank account is filled with commas I come through the lane and dunk his ass just like I'm Wembanyama Pulled up on his block and clapped his ass right out a Civic Honda Nigga, this our straight, we program your car with our own key You want me on your song, it's seven thousand if you want a feat Nah, I don't play with niggas or play with bitches, they both could D-I-E This Micro Drac' too loud, I'll make this bitch sing just like Jodeci Yeah, Scoom Gang, bitch, we got a lot of shooters I got ten hoes with they titties out just like they work for Hooters Yeah, I got some bad lil' nice shit and I got some that's cougars They say early birds always get the worm, so I'm up with the roosters Nigga, the same thing bouncin' out that FN, it'll do you dirty Y'all ain't got no defense, we gon' pull up shootin', Stephen Curry Yeah, your bitch like me, she keep on tellin' Slick just how she like it His wound was big as hell, he needed an emergency room 'cause he can't fight it Over here always packin', 10 p.m., I landed at Midway I like Dracs and Glocks, Melly, he waitin' up on me in that straight Tryna pull over who? I ain't gon' stop, you know it's time to skate You know I'm up dog shit, I got young money like Lil Wayne and Drake Uh, yeah, it's 3 a.m. up in the 'Raq Last nigga who was playin' tough as hell, we turned him to a pack I know she don't like me, she only on my dick just 'cause I rap How you got all these bodies and you still ain't cracked the egg? That shit all bap Aim in your direction and get to swingin' the Drac' from side to side We play hide-and-seek, go, "One, two, three," I bet the opps go hide Wanna go on a drill? If you ain't gon' blow, you gotta know how to drive Every single hour of the day, I'm in the stu', it's like my nine-to-five The opps outside, so after we finish this song, me and Slick finna go out and slide Caught him in traffic, we ain't even do no talkin', you know we just beat up his ride We boxed him in, he ain't have nowhere to go, we made niggas duck and dive We hit his ass so many times, he just not dyin', I don't know how he still alive Just stay in your lane, tryna go hang with the opps, that's how you gon' end up dyin' A nigga say he killed a nigga, but I had killed him, that's how I knew he was lyin' The opps know I wear glasses, so I'm playin' it off, I'm walkin' up like I'm blind I don't wanna slide on the O, that shit get borin', I did that shit too many times What design you want? Put this Glock to his head, I'm finna give him a line I'm only gon' D on a Chase, lil' bitch, I'm great, what the f*ck I'ma do with a Chime? We killed that nigga on camera, play that shit back, we watchin' that bitch like a Vine Tryna slide on Lil Von, you dumb as f*ck, you might as well step on a mine Can't even be by 12, I get too nervous, I committed too many crimes I'm so turnt up, I'm seein' the money that's comin', sometimes I don't wanna sign We slidin' with Dracs, .10s and nicks and shit, we won't even look at a .9 Don't call my phone, when I was just broke as f*ck, you niggas was pressin' decline The f*ck? Free my hood, nigga, f*ck your hood, nigga