Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Uh, uh
No, I keep my gun on me, yeah
I ain't tryna fight him, yeah
Unc got sent up the road
Know he went fed, and I still ain't write em', yeah
3 AM, I'm off a pill
Tryin' my best just to fight it, yeah
I'm in the city right now, nobody outside
Swear to be hidin', yeah
I f*ck that bitch off a G5, yeah
I hit the hoe off a Perk, yeah
Don't try to play with my team, yeah
Lil' bitch, you know I'm big surf, yeah
Play he can put on a Tee, shit
I'd hate to have to get him hurt, yeah
F*ck it, up your G-Lock
Show me that the bitch work
Better hope that he kill me first, yeah
Rollin', I'm just tweakin' all night, yeah
I'm like, why he bring a knife to a gunfight, yeah
I should go pop another, pop another pill it get me right, yeah
I should go kill another one, shit
Be my second life, uh, yeah
You think that shit cap, I wish I was lyin', yeah
His ass had to go, sent him up the road
Cause he tried to try me, yeah
I need to shut the f*ck up before they come find me, uh, yeah
I had to go to the dash, blue lights were behind me, yeah
No, I keep my gun on me, yeah
I ain't tryna fight him, yeah
Unc got sent up the road, know he went fed
And I still ain't write em', yeah
3 a.m., I'm off a pill
Tryin' my best just to fight it, yeah
I'm in the city right now, nobody outside
I swear they be hidin', yeah
I got pink slip for my whips, yeah
F*ck a holster, gun on hip, yeah
I'll up that bitch off the rip, yeah
I shoot, I bet I don't miss, yeah
Glock hit him like his mama, uh
Know the bitch came with switch, yeah
Bulletproof like Obama whip
Ain't no gettin' in this bitch, yeah
I came here for the bag, lil' ho
I ain't here to politic, yeah
Walk in that bitch with a bad, lil' ho
She act right, put her in rick's, yeah
She act right, buy her a purse, yeah
She act right, she get some dick, yeah
No, I keep my gun on me, yeah
I ain't tryna fight him, yeah
Unc got sent up the road, know he went fed
And I still ain't write em', yeah
3 a.m., I'm off a pill
Tryin' my best just to fight it, yeah
I'm in the city right now, nobody outside
I swear they be hidin', yeah
Yeah, yeah
Swear they be hidin'
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English
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Uh, uh
No, I keep my gun on me, yeah
I ain't tryna fight him, yeah
Unc got sent up the road
Know he went fed, and I still ain't write em', yeah
3 AM, I'm off a pill
Tryin' my best just to fight it, yeah
I'm in the city right now, nobody outside
Swear to be hidin', yeah
I f*ck that bitch off a G5, yeah
I hit the hoe off a Perk, yeah
Don't try to play with my team, yeah
Lil' bitch, you know I'm big surf, yeah
Play he can put on a Tee, shit
I'd hate to have to get him hurt, yeah
F*ck it, up your G-Lock
Show me that the bitch work
Better hope that he kill me first, yeah
Rollin', I'm just tweakin' all night, yeah
I'm like, why he bring a knife to a gunfight, yeah
I should go pop another, pop another pill it get me right, yeah
I should go kill another one, shit
Be my second life, uh, yeah
You think that shit cap, I wish I was lyin', yeah
His ass had to go, sent him up the road
Cause he tried to try me, yeah
I need to shut the f*ck up before they come find me, uh, yeah
I had to go to the dash, blue lights were behind me, yeah
No, I keep my gun on me, yeah
I ain't tryna fight him, yeah
Unc got sent up the road, know he went fed
And I still ain't write em', yeah
3 a.m., I'm off a pill
Tryin' my best just to fight it, yeah
I'm in the city right now, nobody outside
I swear they be hidin', yeah
I got pink slip for my whips, yeah
F*ck a holster, gun on hip, yeah
I'll up that bitch off the rip, yeah
I shoot, I bet I don't miss, yeah
Glock hit him like his mama, uh
Know the bitch came with switch, yeah
Bulletproof like Obama whip
Ain't no gettin' in this bitch, yeah
I came here for the bag, lil' ho
I ain't here to politic, yeah
Walk in that bitch with a bad, lil' ho
She act right, put her in rick's, yeah
She act right, buy her a purse, yeah
She act right, she get some dick, yeah
No, I keep my gun on me, yeah
I ain't tryna fight him, yeah
Unc got sent up the road, know he went fed
And I still ain't write em', yeah
3 a.m., I'm off a pill
Tryin' my best just to fight it, yeah
I'm in the city right now, nobody outside
I swear they be hidin', yeah
Yeah, yeah
Swear they be hidin'
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Uh, uh
No, I keep my gun on me, yeah
I ain't tryna fight him, yeah
Unc got sent up the road
Know he went fed, and I still ain't write em', yeah
3 AM, I'm off a pill
Tryin' my best just to fight it, yeah
I'm in the city right now, nobody outside
Swear to be hidin', yeah
I f*ck that bitch off a G5, yeah
I hit the hoe off a Perk, yeah
Don't try to play with my team, yeah
Lil' bitch, you know I'm big surf, yeah
Play he can put on a Tee, shit
I'd hate to have to get him hurt, yeah
F*ck it, up your G-Lock
Show me that the bitch work
Better hope that he kill me first, yeah
Rollin', I'm just tweakin' all night, yeah
I'm like, why he bring a knife to a gunfight, yeah
I should go pop another, pop another pill it get me right, yeah
I should go kill another one, shit
Be my second life, uh, yeah
You think that shit cap, I wish I was lyin', yeah
His ass had to go, sent him up the road
Cause he tried to try me, yeah
I need to shut the f*ck up before they come find me, uh, yeah
I had to go to the dash, blue lights were behind me, yeah
No, I keep my gun on me, yeah
I ain't tryna fight him, yeah
Unc got sent up the road, know he went fed
And I still ain't write em', yeah
3 a.m., I'm off a pill
Tryin' my best just to fight it, yeah
I'm in the city right now, nobody outside
I swear they be hidin', yeah
I got pink slip for my whips, yeah
F*ck a holster, gun on hip, yeah
I'll up that bitch off the rip, yeah
I shoot, I bet I don't miss, yeah
Glock hit him like his mama, uh
Know the bitch came with switch, yeah
Bulletproof like Obama whip
Ain't no gettin' in this bitch, yeah
I came here for the bag, lil' ho
I ain't here to politic, yeah
Walk in that bitch with a bad, lil' ho
She act right, put her in rick's, yeah
She act right, buy her a purse, yeah
She act right, she get some dick, yeah
No, I keep my gun on me, yeah
I ain't tryna fight him, yeah
Unc got sent up the road, know he went fed
And I still ain't write em', yeah
3 a.m., I'm off a pill
Tryin' my best just to fight it, yeah
I'm in the city right now, nobody outside
I swear they be hidin', yeah
Yeah, yeah
Swear they be hidin'
Writer: Eli Livesay
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