3am lyrics

Huh, inna smoke grey cat, inna smoke grey cat i done spilt my cup, i just spilt another cup and i don’t really give a f*ck, that’s how i’m coming cause i’m rich as f*ck, yea i’m super geeked up in a supercharged truck, 100 racks onna whip n*gga just cause it’s fast, i copped new diamonds they been getting attached, yea she went thru my phone and tryna act fake mad, that’s why i’m keeping her back of the [?], yeah i’m off codeine i feel like a poet, yeah i’m off roxy my mama she know it, long live kaine, idk why i keep pouring, [?] my ho got her feeling important, i lost my twin, we gettin higher than ever, daroo said “f*ck it” he ain’t goin to court, already rich yea [?], f*ck her off the oxy it’s [?] bro, russian draco too equipped with the mag, all of my n*ggas fighting cases can't be around no rats, yea we move like the [?] n*gga play and get wacked, and i’m super geeked up its 3 inna mornin’