3 AM INNA BITTY Lyrics

Nigga tryna get em some cake

Nigga tryna get em some cake

Come here, Come Here

Uh Uh Uh

Came from da jungle with snakes they ask is it beef bout some pape?

Then niggas lets rumble , Ran up a bag ain't take me no time the way I get money

It's hard to be humble, ain't worried bout hoes I'm chasing this paper I carry the sak

ain't no way Imma fumble, Niggas be hoes he get in that jam he just like a cookie

I know he gone crumble Uh, pockets they fat ain't no muscle look in my stash you see all these blues you wouldn't een think that I came from the struggle, SRT on the Glock this bitch shoot fast they hit em I know he in trouble

Niggas be tough till the judge start singing he crying for help ain't no solving this puzzle I stayed up for nights

just to think bout the hustle, Late night riding and flying , Pushing the gas switching lanes we dodging the jakes

Niggas be hiding ain't sliding that nigga had died bout ah bitch tryna get em some cake

Pop out the cut all masked up killas they sliding with vets they don't got time to wait

Niggas wanna beef bout ah bitch Ian going for nun wanna take then bring me some pape , Okay

Ran up 10 outta state life too fast I need to slow down they ask how I'm feeling I told em I'm great

I'm missing my dawgs I wish I could up to heaven but it seem like the time too late

I get so high then I hop inna stu and I flash Ian slept since it was like 8 niggas be broke they ain't getting no pape , Okay

Chains swanging diamonds they drip so wet like they came out the lake , bitch tryna kick it she turnt off da liquor so I give her some money , fuck out my face , my bitch get mad she get in her feelings she calling my phone say bae why you late ? I told her I'm sorry she hang up the phone she calling me back that's the shit that I hate okay

No I ain't coming to play , give me my backend stay tryna kick it with niggas I'm thinking you niggas be gay

I hope they ain't mad for the shit that I talk in my rap but I'm sorry I got the same

Pop out fresh as fuck with mike Amiri you niggas to broke to relate

get off my phone steady talm bout chase

Came from da jungle with snakes they ask is it beef bout some pape?

Then niggas lets rumble , Ran up a bag ain't take me no time the way I get money

It's hard to be humble, ain't worried bout hoes I'm chasing this paper I carry the sak

ain't no way Imma fumble, Niggas be hoes he get in that jam he just like a cookie

I know he gone crumble Uh, pockets they fat ain't no muscle look in my stash you see all these blues you wouldn't een think that I came from the struggle, SRT on the Glock this bitch shoot fast they hit em I know he in trouble

Niggas be tough till the judge start singing he crying for help ain't no solving this puzzle I stayed up for nights

just to think bout the hustle.