3AM

Uh, Jets nigga

Uh, Jets nigga (yeah)

Nigga start I was sleeping

Yeah yeah.. yeah

I got freaks in the living room getting it on

And they ain't leaving till 6 in the morning

No disrespect to Snoop, ima switch it up

I get sleepy round 3am

I don't trust them hoes, somebody better come and pick them bitches up

I ain't bringing them home in my trunk

Oh grimy ass bitches, you know how they be

Riding in your shit, drop them off at your crib

Next minute you realise you missing CD's

Can't run G on the G

I know what it look like

Think you fast enough to pass me

Trying to pull the wool over my eyes

But I see the gimmicks, the whack lyrics

The shit is depressing, I came to fix it

Flow butter scream my raps over your biscuits

These niggas claim that their shit so sick

That they spitting, I must be immune to it

Cause I don't get it I talk that shit, I roll with it

I talk that shit, I'm smoking it

I talk that shit, I'm so immit

Yeah