3:30am on the Sawgrass Expwy Lyrics

Two pounds of gas knapsack

Lil nigga focused on the get back

45 on me no kick back

Stack money fast is a big fact

Nigga hate know I’m Da truth

Gianani rims gianani boots

You come through they get the door

I pull up they get the roof

Talking bout big money

you don’t know nothing bout this baby

That’s why your girl acting funny

she been around me lately

My team super solid

only work round me flakey

Serving so many pastries

like bolhman basements the bakery

Look ma I made it with the same friends from oakside

The same friend you said that won’t ride

I lost some but we don’t die

Just multiply

Race down the saw grass

130 in the white jag

Get the bitch out to plantation

20 mins for the right bag

Yeah I’m bad bright jack

Fuck around bring Marv back

Trav thriller salmonella

Coronavirus im all that

Klick city we all strapped

The other niggas is all cap

Fmjs out the 50

done swiftly they all flat

All I know is trap

And how to ball

I hear your preyers

Hope I fall

On the stairs

Or in the hall

The elevator

I get it all

If talking trash you ain’t got from me

If it’s hard as glass then you got it from me

If your plug got gas he got it from me

My plug getting cash cause he got it from me

My top panoramic and forgis concave

This gas that I’m smoking

got me one cough from the grave

But Phone steady ringing

I gotta get it for show

On 441 trying dodge BSO

I got so many plates

My bitches have so many dates

And this canon on my waist

Flying with ny plate

Natural born hot nigga Arjani the great

O dog the industry and show my homies the tape