3AM lyrics

Uh, Jets n*gga
Uh, Jets n*gga (yeah)

n*gga 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 b*tches up
I ain't bringing them home in my trunk
Oh grimy ass b*tches, you know how they be
Riding in your sh*t, 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 sh*t is depressing, I came to fix it
Flow butter scream my raps over your biscuits
These n*ggas claim that their sh*t so sick
That they spitting, I must be immune to it
Cause I don't get it I talk that sh*t, I roll with it
I talk that sh*t, I'm smoking it
I talk that sh*t, I'm so immit
Yeah