3AM Talkin' Shit
Lyrics
I gave these niggas chance to shine but now they time is ticking
We peeped the lo we got the drop these niggas really bitches
She think the pussy got me sleepy I was dropping 6s
Just gave my 40 glock sum weave that lil bitch got extensions
Same bitch was dissing, hop right back on my dick not to mention
You chase attention, nigga we ain't have a pot to piss in
I learned to listen seen my brothers locked up in detention
Don't do no dissin but this glock is known for easing tension
How I been sinnin writing scriptures I don't need an author
Put them .223s right at his head bet he don't see a doctor
Link up wit bitches wanna kick it I don't fuck wit soccer
Add em to the roster wanna fuck me I might Peter Parker
Mani not Jamaican but he dreaded looking like a rasta
Think that you a boxer nah you biggie feeling like who shot ya
Nigga playing monster close his curtain he can't get an Oscar
Shorty upping llamas foe nem cook em leave em benihana ha
Might cop a bezel with diamonds look like I'm glitching
She fucking she see a pendant
These rollies is not for ticking
Not liquor but we been sipping
This codeine I got prescription
Small circle don't do no clicking
Commercial like how we living
Steve Urcle you get suspended
Uhhh
My niggas really wit it
She want steak and lobster I got hunnits but they not for tricking
Bitches anacondas wrap around you till they see you finished
Knew we had a mission when I seen my nigga switching
So we bringing out them switches
DMX we caught him slipping
Like he swimming
We gon drench em
Hollows ripping
Through his tissue
They like Kobee how yo get so many bars without a prison
Master P I got no limits
Lately I been feeling distant
Cut em off if they been tripping
Momma say I'm too forgiving
Back door open they a take you out to get to yo position
Fuck a vixen can't be thinking wit yo dick like what you risking
On my pivot the next nigga spin on me gone end up missing
Uhhh
I gave these niggas chance to shine but now they time is ticking
We peeped the lo we got the drop these niggas really bitches
She think the pussy got me sleepy I was dropping 6s
Just gave my 40 glock sum weave that lil bitch got extensions
Same bitch was dissing, hop right back on my dick not to mention
You chase attention, nigga we ain't have a pot to piss in
I learned to listen seen my brothers locked up in detention
Don't do no dissin but this glock is known for easing tension
How I been sinnin writing scriptures I don't need an author
Put them .223s right at his head bet he don't see a doctor
Link up wit bitches wanna kick it I don't fuck wit soccer
Add em to the roster wanna fuck me I might Peter Parker
Mani not Jamaican but he dreaded looking like a rasta
Think that you a boxer nah you biggie feeling like who shot ya
Nigga playing monster close his curtain he can't get an Oscar
Shorty upping llamas foe nem cook em leave em benihana ha
Might cop a bezel with diamonds look like I'm glitching
She fucking she see a pendant
These rollies is not for ticking
Not liquor but we been sipping
This codeine I got prescription
Small circle don't do no clicking
Commercial like how we living
Steve Urcle you get suspended
Uhhh
My niggas really wit it
She want steak and lobster I got hunnits but they not for tricking
Bitches anacondas wrap around you till they see you finished
Knew we had a mission when I seen my nigga switching
So we bringing out them switches
DMX we caught him slipping
Like he swimming
We gon drench em
Hollows ripping
Through his tissue
They like Kobee how yo get so many bars without a prison
Master P I got no limits
Lately I been feeling distant
Cut em off if they been tripping
Momma say I'm too forgiving
Back door open they a take you out to get to yo position
Fuck a vixen can't be thinking wit yo dick like what you risking
On my pivot the next nigga spin on me gone end up missing
Uhhh
Writer(s): Kobee Miskell
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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