3AM On Maryland Lyrics

Don't you come up to my shore

'Less you want get wetted up

'Less you tryna get your niggas vetted up

Get 'em stuck

Don't bring sand up to my beach

Unless you tryna get shit wet

Or if you want ya lil nigga hanging by his lil neck

They thinking I'm stressing

Cause I blew a lil bread all on the bitch

But I would blow it on my niggas like I'm rich

And I done spent that lil paper

Just to get some of that dick

Blew that paper for my pleasure

Blew that paper cause I'm slick

And I done found out only real ass niggas they be staying down

That's why a bitch get weeded out

Why yo bitch get eaten out

And all you niggas ever got is some audacity and time

And some lil snaking niggas guaranteed to drop a dime

All yo bitches and yo niggas

Be so quick to trick you out

And they be acting like they family

Your name is in they mouth

And your lil nigga let me fuck him on the first link

He treeshing

Tryna say that I'm a hoe but he the one that's feening

He the one who drove a couple hours for the pussy

And then ghosted like a rookie

Cause he ain't know how to boogie

No he couldn't really fuck me

Now he tryna be all holy and all high and fucking mighty

Imma do him like they do them in the grimey fucking 90's

I could have him swimming in the fucking river like a Pisces

And this nigga moving funny and I laugh cause it's a joke

Yeah this nigga moving funny and I laugh cause he want smoke now

Yeah I notice funny movements, think I'm crazy when I'm peeping it

Never let nobody think you crazy they ain't seeing it

And now they watching me through peepholes like they only wanna peek

Now they yapping in my ear

Like who the fuck told you to speak?

You be saucy in the spot

You can't even peep finesse

So when ya nigga leave with me

Ya drunk ass better not be pressed

And this is devil's food nigga, tell your angel that I'm offering

Treat the opp's just like they 12 my nigga get to slaughtering

Who the fuck they think they tryna play with?

Bitch it's me

And if they try to milk the situation, swear I'll give em beef

I been feeling like I'm track 14 off that shit RNT

I been feeling like I'm half stepping on bitches and on beats

Tell 'em get some Money with an ATM

Tell 'em count they money up don't count they friends

Tell 'em count they blessings, tell them niggas that they sinning

Tell 'em count they blessings if they wanna get up into heaven with us