3am in LA Lyrics

Like a kango he is all around cappin

I'm on lobster claw shit I'm all about snappin

All about spazzin All about franklins and Jackson

Camp Michael Jackson We gon slid back up On em bitch Let him have it

spike off a cleat Yea boy we on that traction

trac off the scat Yea Nigga It's a savage

He ain't neva had no money Stuffed Ina mattress

He under a rock Yea that bitch nigga Patrick

Wanna be a rapper bad Say that It's his passion

Say he got all the plays And the fashion

But I seen him on the metro When I past him

Hundo what u mean That li Nigga gassin

He ain't bout motion He ain't bout no action

Nigga walk-in round hungry Tryna say he fastin

Type to go hit th club but really on his last manee

I be riding round the city goin fast manee

If Yo Za meter low im the Gas maneee

Drop 60+ in this bitch like Kobe last game

I gives a fuck about my first it's bout my last name !!!!!!

Ok that's easy, lobster linguini

Extra Parmesan I like everything's cheesy

Say you don't believe me I don't give a reason too

My eyes behind Cartier lens playing peek a boo

Za come white ash I should name this pikachu,

He up at the pick a part, for something on his ve-hic-al

I'm back open like a pick up ford for that cheeba too

Bajabeez I can really work that scale like a libra do