3am in Dallas

Cmon I still rock these Jordan 1s and I don't keep them laced I'm still the hardest nigga out, these pussy can't relate With gang I never crossover, won't even hesitate How much I made this fucking year, I'm tryna calculate You tryna hang, Emmit Till, not gon' spare that mane F*ck that shit, you a pussy, I can tell that mane It's like 3am in Dallas, and I'm still gon' drank Pull like five racks out, she talm bout, "You out of pocket mane" Yeah, you out of pocket mane, yeah (Yeah) Hear that bass, know you hear that damn thump, yeah I can't put your ass on, naw They can't get me on no song, damn Unless you throwing money, cuz these niggas ass, like thong Shorty too bad, I told her "Just keep yo' ass home" Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (erghh) I can't stop until it's stacked up to the top Passing up on your box, I want yo' fucking mop Talking up out yo' top, my brother gon' swang the glock You cuffing that nat luh bitch, we been ran a train on her Cannot believe what I'm hearing (Damn) They cannot believe what they seeing, I'm rocking Armani appearance (Fresh) You could've got this at Sears (Cap) You never seen this shit, you won't see it again for years None of these niggas is better than me, I been doing this shit for years You try to get to this level, you'd probably die up here My car matte grey, cologne Montblanc I hit for a ten, I do that a ton, ya dig? If the next one clear, I can go on the run (wow) F*ck that shit up nigga, talm bout the trust Stuffing that boy in a box, I'm talm bout the lunch Play with this shit over here, ain't no talking, we dump I still rock these Jordan 1s and I don't keep them laced I'm still the hardest nigga out, these pussy can't relate With gang I never crossover, won't even hesitate How much I made this fucking year, I'm tryna calculate tryna hang, Emmit Till, not gon' spare that mane F*ck that shit, you a pussy, I can tell that mane It's like 3am in Dallas, and I'm still gon' drank Pull like five racks out, she talm bout, "You out of pocket mane"