Houston 3 AM Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Hold up
You gotta bump this sh*t at 3 a.m
Riding down 1960
b*tch

[Hook]
I'ma come down (Yuh), show 'em what's around (Yuh)
I'm—I'ma come down, show 'em what's around (Hold up)
I'ma come down (Yuh), show 'em what's around (Yuh)
Side—Sideways (Yuh, yuh), like them boys in the days

[Verse]
I done came down and I'm gon' show ma what's around
Club God, ain't gon' f*ck a b*tch unless she fine
Gotta be a dime, maybe yet a quarter
I done pimped on a white b*tch, and she a snorter
Studewood, Texas, n*gga, that's that Eight
Riding with that cake for that motherf*cking hate
What's up, southside? Boys dripping sauce
Paint dripping gloss, lane switching when I floss
Tipping down and braking, strapped up—what you thinking?
With two yellow b*tches sucking di*k, and I’ma tape 'em
Better yet record 'em, gots to be more smarter
I don't swing down Allen, 'cause I got warrants
b*tch, them lines be hot, turn your main into a thot
Make that pus*y pop, she give me top and give me guap
Still bumping that Michael Watts, what's up, Ron C?
R.I.P. to Screw, chunk the deuce to Don Ki
What's up E.S.G.? That's my f*cking n*gga
Every b*tch I went to high school with, now, she stripping
Wow, she f*cking bad, built, tryna be friendly
'Cause i’m in a Bentley, b*tch, you ugly, you offend me
I came down— like a motherf*cking chimney
f*cked your b*tch mouth, bust a nut on her kidney
I’m simply Club Godzilla, ain't no n*gga triller
I'll kill a n*gga for that motherf*cking scrilla
Tipping on them fours, Jordans on my toes
So important to these hoes, bunnies snorting on that blow
Ninth grade, I was freestyling in the classroom
Now, I'm getting head at Club Legends in the bathroom, ugh
"GOD" on them plates, out the sky, I be draped
No love for n*ggas that's bootlegging tapes
What's up, Lil Mario? I’m tipping through the bricks
Pistol on my di*k, fifths with the bumper kit
What's up, J-Dawg? What's up, Boss Hogg?
I done popped my trunk at that Willowbrook Mall
White people was startled, all my diamonds sparkle
I done f*cked that b*tch off Snapchat named Sparkle
She was f*cking thick, Club God, I'm f*cking rich
Trick, don't get up in my whip if you ain't sucking di*k
Tipping past that limelight, finna hit V-Live
Blue line when I ride, bad b*tch on my side
BeatKing Kong, I ain't slim, but I'm a boss
Ain't sh*t change, I still bump Swishahouse, hol' up
[Hook]
I'ma come down (Yuh), show 'em what's around (Yuh)
I'ma—I'ma come down, show 'em what's around (Hold up)
I'ma come down (Yuh), show 'em what's around (Yuh)
Side—Side—Sideways (Yuh, yuh), like them boys in the days

[Outro]
Yuh
3 a.m., b*tch
Real Northside sh*t, though
What up, Southside? Hold up
Raised off Swishahouse, n*gga
Raised off Michael Watts, n*gga
Still bump Swisha—n*gga, f*ck that sh*t, n*gga, I rep Swishahouse, n*gga
Hold up
Yeah