Latrell - 3am in Euclid

Yeah
Nigga
Yeah
Yeah
Nigga
Get
Cheese
I've been on the road, and niggas know I'm on the grind (yeah, yeah)
I got to run it up, I'm getting old can't waste no time (yeah, yeah)
Putting on for the media, when you on your last dime (what the fuck)
I hustle for my situation, got a get what's mine (trell)
Play dumb to throw you off, whole time I be on point (on point)
Green in my circle, gang on go don't go a choice
The loudest in the room, but ain't never making noise (boy)
Smoking on that loud, slap that hate up out yo' voice (yeah, yeah)
We get to them racks, ran up digits like I'm thugga (thugga)
I'm dripping too hard, bitch you know I fuck with Gunna (gunna)
Lil momma tryna kick it, It get hotter in the summer
Two sticks in my hand, I keep a band like a drummer
Bow, Bow, Bow
Beat her walls cause I'm her plumber
My feet a lil big in these Balenci track runners
I'm applying pressure, turning up the heat every summer
I'm litty in the city as sex without a rubber
That last line went over your head like a wave cap
I'm saying I been that nigga, nah for real since way back
No cap
Out the way getting pape, I'm laid back (Yeah)
Everybody that talked shit, I'm stepping on that's payback
I've been on the road, and niggas know I'm on the grind (yeah, yeah)
I got to run it up, I'm getting old can't waste no time (yeah, yeah)
Putting on for the media, when you on your last dime (what the fuck)
I hustle for my situation, gotta get what's mine (trell)
I've been on the road, and niggas know I'm on the grind (yeah, yeah)
I got to run it up, I'm getting old can't waste no time (yeah, yeah)
Putting on for the media, when you on your last dime (what the fuck)
I hustle for my situation, gotta get what's mine (trell)
Say you havin' motion, you don't even have a whip (woah)
Claiming that you rich, living off somebody rent (woah)
Fuck all that shit, all the money I done spent
If it ain't about the pape, then I'm straight you got me bent
Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow
All these niggas washed up, when I drop i'm doing the dish (yeah, yeah)
Like a ginny in a bottle, I could grant your fucking wish (wish)
Niggas knowing that I'm balling, all my moves sound like swish (swish)
Told gang better lock in, you better not switch (switch)
If a nigga move wrong, he getting hit with the switch (switch)
Got the Glock in my pants, nah I don't gotta piss (piss)
Nah fuck is up
Why you niggas riding, in them rental trucks
If you not the owner it's a loner, bro keep it a buck
Fdd, Fdd, Fdd, Fdd
Why you niggas always duck
Sending shots we send them back and you know we double up
Roll up a big ass blunt, it's a double dutch
Tell them niggas stay over there, they can't fuck with us

Written by:
Jalen Mitchell

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