3AM In the Mount (feat. JB2Solid)

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Bow Bow

Bow Bow

Lets Do it

Send A Blitz Around Me ****

I be dolo clutchin' Nina

Was with my bitch, I couldnt kill him, I fucked around and sent the reapers

Keep on asking me get next , I see he fell in love with creeping

Told the feins it wont nomo, but they ain't hitting it cause they feining

Come through swinging in that, Uh

Cant let you know what we be in

80 in the clip we turned around we fucked around & spent again

Thought you **** was some killers? Why the fuck you shooting kids

Throw on my mask to creep at night (what the fuck?)

Lord forgive me for my sins

I got the beam in here they running

all through traffic w my brudda

Mari call he know I'm coming

Keep it solid, Aint no Gunna

Keep an automatic close, he try run up, you get a hunnid

Cant no **** said I fold , you asked me sum, I kept it a hunnid

Dye my eyes and cross my teeth

Duckin N' Dodgin from police

I might be gone for a while

if they catch me with this glee (Nah Nah)

I be quick to call my twin, he get to tweakin wit his heat

And my **** be telling me to chill but I ain't getting along with peace

**** Dissin On the net

But Im focused on my mission

Ain't gone lie like they don't slide but name a time I ain't stand on business

shorty dont want me in that water but I'm like fuck it, I'm wanna fish em

Drop that dick all In her stomach

Now she looking at me Grinning

Aye First of all I'ma speak the truth these **** lame these hoes get fucked (aye)

Money in her back pocket, that shit so fat like a bubble butt

Buss all on her face I'm coming hard like a F-150 Truck

Say he smackin shit, he ain't smackin nun, I told bro hang it up(aye)

Come through clappin shit like I told him congratulations

Ion know no other route I gotta make it before graduation

Feel like Pistol Pete the way I'm scoring, gotta go get a bucket

Gotta go get a basket, they wont understand so **** fuck it

Strictly business when I'm coming in, I'm the type to pop up shop

I wont breaking in no houses, not that fast to run from a cop

Gotta go and get it, not that flashy type but I'ma pop it though

Pimpin' isn't easy when you the typa **** to smack a hoe ( On God)

(Aye) not the typa **** to flex on **** who ain't got this shit ( On Soul)

I done came so far from wearing fake chains with Huaraches bit

Cant believe this shit, they on my dick but they ain't let me fuck

On me bad just like a junkie when he off his second cup

Double C's her titties might as well go buy chanel

Can you tell that I dont need no help I did this by myself

If I got my blick, then I'ma use my shit, no show & tell

If he a threat, then I'm like Mike Tyson if his name ring a Bell On God