OBEY The Kidd - 3 AM (feat. Ten¢hi the Grinch)

Aye
Ghetto boy shit
Look, aye
If you see me with my thugs where's the play at ?
3 am hitting up the plugs where's the yey at ?
Get him gone well just tell me where he stay at
Cause ill drop a thirty-piece and watch him lay flat
Yeah I had to come in on my Detroit shit
Dumb bitch save all that talking for your boyfriend
Lil nigga you ain't know, yeah we scorch shit
Ride around looking for niggas we tryna torch it, aye
Nigga acting stupid had to pull the Stiffler
I think he mad cause I did his older sister
See my neck all you see is gold n silver
Niggas tapping in for the bars sold and delivered
See me balling every fucking day
Ima get it back !
Driving through the city with my twin
I don't need a strap
Put on for my Block still four fingers while under her lap
Break her back had her down bad when I let her down
Talk around the town, I'm the man bitch ill get it done
All these lil boys ain't got a plan, talking shit for fun
I been in the field making money off a dispo run
Time be flying by while I'm racking up another blunt
Bitch don't hit my phone because I'm chilling of the upper
Its summer time after graduation
Think its "time to go"
Moves are to be made and I'm a hungry mother fucker
It's like no one in the valley pay attention I just can't see real
I don't even smile anymore so its fuck a gril
Got to Get a piece for my girl, but its fuck a bitch
Told you make out valley with no kids, till I get a bag
I ain't never moving wit no tooly or my brother man-
Been doing so much cocaine I feel like scarface
If twelve get behind me ima lead 'em on a car chase
I needa chill out on the yey I'm having heart aches
You gotta teach yourself to fall in love with how the bars taste
Obey called so i had to beat the beat up
Ride around passenger seat
I got my feet up
Niggas never in the streets, I don't see funk
Chop so heavy like I'm holding up a tree trunk,
Aye,
Sipping on this wok finna pass out
Take your bitch to an ATM I'm finna cash out
Paranoid is in church with my strap out
Doing lines with the dope fiends, I never tap out
Aye,
Niggas tryna fight had him looking stupid
Stick hold 33
And I'm finna shoot it
Make a bitch give it up
Then she gotta boot it
Bitches wanna hit me up
Cause they see the Buddha
Yeah he said he wanna slide
Til I hit him with the nine
He said fe fi fo then I put him in the floor
Got a backwood on my lip
When I walk in through the door
I'm just looking for a chaser cause the pilly kinda gross
And like I don't need no perky when I'm fucking but I'm a picky bastard
Like why'd I need a job for ? if this trappin make me money faster
I been smoking every fucking day
Think I'm getting Cancer !
Fuck the police !
Middle fingers when my hands up !

Written by:
Christopher Fagundes, Hector Macias

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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