It's three a.m, yeah, this a drive-by
Me and T bail out the car, we chasin' almost five guys
Bro said make sure that dumb-ass nigga dead Then I whacked him with the gen
Keep the heat tucked in your pants for all the pussy who see red
Hop out the V, I smell like weed Of course I wear exclusive purple and Kusbi
Jeans I smoke all of my weed cause these bitches
Steady stressin' me, of course you want a fee You see all this f*ckin' cheese
(It's all in one's) But you a rat, yeah, I can't go ho I'ma keep on slimin' till my motherf*ckin
Bro don't I think I see some snakes up on that floor
Grab the hoes to cut the grass Oh, I see them dirty bum-ass hoes
Now they some ghosts
Nigga, I said, stop this bitch right now I see these niggas lackin
Make sure his face don't hit the ground Pack him up just like some weed
Then give him back up to the streets You see me, but we never meet
We smokin' some nigga six feet under me
It's three a.m, yeah, this a drive-by
Me and T bail out the car, we chasin' almost five guys
Bro said make sure that dumb-ass nigga dead Then I whacked him with the gen
Keep the heat tucked in your pants for all the pussy who see red
But I see ghosts, cause I smoke the most My pops want me to stop smokin, but I never
Listen to tho three-nine-two engine, it go fast
I'm a hawk, can't chase my ass, bail out the V
Then get back in and say we never seen his ass
Smoke the za, it smell like gas, reverse the V, we goin' back
I think I want another hat, my top two-starer's, Kobe Shaq
Want three.five, it's gon' be 20, yeah, I might be sellin' whack
I get paper, though, so I'm chillin' outside on my back
Ayy, I be creepin, niggas steady leakin' out my eyes
I see demons, G, I think I'm really tweakin' off the za
Nigga, I might be f*ckin' leanin, but this beam gon' leave you speechless
Holy Ghost, nigga, duck down
It's three a.m, yeah, this a drive-by
Me and T bail out the car, we chasin' almost five guys
Bro said make sure that dumb-ass nigga dead Then I whacked him with the gen
Keep the heat tucked in your pants for all the pussy who see red
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It's three a.m, yeah, this a drive-by
Me and T bail out the car, we chasin' almost five guys
Bro said make sure that dumb-ass nigga dead Then I whacked him with the gen
Keep the heat tucked in your pants for all the pussy who see red
Hop out the V, I smell like weed Of course I wear exclusive purple and Kusbi
Jeans I smoke all of my weed cause these bitches
Steady stressin' me, of course you want a fee You see all this f*ckin' cheese
(It's all in one's) But you a rat, yeah, I can't go ho I'ma keep on slimin' till my motherf*ckin
Bro don't I think I see some snakes up on that floor
Grab the hoes to cut the grass Oh, I see them dirty bum-ass hoes
Now they some ghosts
Nigga, I said, stop this bitch right now I see these niggas lackin
Make sure his face don't hit the ground Pack him up just like some weed
Then give him back up to the streets You see me, but we never meet
We smokin' some nigga six feet under me
It's three a.m, yeah, this a drive-by
Me and T bail out the car, we chasin' almost five guys
Bro said make sure that dumb-ass nigga dead Then I whacked him with the gen
Keep the heat tucked in your pants for all the pussy who see red
But I see ghosts, cause I smoke the most My pops want me to stop smokin, but I never
Listen to tho three-nine-two engine, it go fast
I'm a hawk, can't chase my ass, bail out the V
Then get back in and say we never seen his ass
Smoke the za, it smell like gas, reverse the V, we goin' back
I think I want another hat, my top two-starer's, Kobe Shaq
Want three.five, it's gon' be 20, yeah, I might be sellin' whack
I get paper, though, so I'm chillin' outside on my back
Ayy, I be creepin, niggas steady leakin' out my eyes
I see demons, G, I think I'm really tweakin' off the za
Nigga, I might be f*ckin' leanin, but this beam gon' leave you speechless
Holy Ghost, nigga, duck down
It's three a.m, yeah, this a drive-by
Me and T bail out the car, we chasin' almost five guys
Bro said make sure that dumb-ass nigga dead Then I whacked him with the gen
Keep the heat tucked in your pants for all the pussy who see red
Me and T bail out the car, we chasin' almost five guys
Bro said make sure that dumb-ass nigga dead Then I whacked him with the gen
Keep the heat tucked in your pants for all the pussy who see red
Hop out the V, I smell like weed Of course I wear exclusive purple and Kusbi
Jeans I smoke all of my weed cause these bitches
Steady stressin' me, of course you want a fee You see all this f*ckin' cheese
(It's all in one's) But you a rat, yeah, I can't go ho I'ma keep on slimin' till my motherf*ckin
Bro don't I think I see some snakes up on that floor
Grab the hoes to cut the grass Oh, I see them dirty bum-ass hoes
Now they some ghosts
Nigga, I said, stop this bitch right now I see these niggas lackin
Make sure his face don't hit the ground Pack him up just like some weed
Then give him back up to the streets You see me, but we never meet
We smokin' some nigga six feet under me
It's three a.m, yeah, this a drive-by
Me and T bail out the car, we chasin' almost five guys
Bro said make sure that dumb-ass nigga dead Then I whacked him with the gen
Keep the heat tucked in your pants for all the pussy who see red
But I see ghosts, cause I smoke the most My pops want me to stop smokin, but I never
Listen to tho three-nine-two engine, it go fast
I'm a hawk, can't chase my ass, bail out the V
Then get back in and say we never seen his ass
Smoke the za, it smell like gas, reverse the V, we goin' back
I think I want another hat, my top two-starer's, Kobe Shaq
Want three.five, it's gon' be 20, yeah, I might be sellin' whack
I get paper, though, so I'm chillin' outside on my back
Ayy, I be creepin, niggas steady leakin' out my eyes
I see demons, G, I think I'm really tweakin' off the za
Nigga, I might be f*ckin' leanin, but this beam gon' leave you speechless
Holy Ghost, nigga, duck down
It's three a.m, yeah, this a drive-by
Me and T bail out the car, we chasin' almost five guys
Bro said make sure that dumb-ass nigga dead Then I whacked him with the gen
Keep the heat tucked in your pants for all the pussy who see red
Writer: Raymond Balfour
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