3AM IN THE RAQ (feat. VonOff1700)

Swagana, what up, bro?
This gonna be crazy
This for these niggas that's still in the field
Uh
Yeah
Bitch
Uh
Go and ask your homie, he gon' tell you Scoom gang with the drama
Signed my deal for four point six
My bank account is filled with commas
I come through the lane and dunk his ass just like I'm Wemby Umber
Pulled up on his block and clapped his ass right out a Civic Honda
Nigga, this our street
We program your car with our own key
You want me on your song, it's seven thousand if you want a feat
No, I don't play with niggas, I play with bitches
They both could D-I-E
This Michael Drac' too loud, I make this bitch sing just like Jodeci
Yeah
Scoom gang, bitch, we got a lot of shooters
I got ten hoes with they titties out just like they work for Hooters
Yeah, I got some bad little nice shit and I got some that's cougars
They say early birds always get the worm, so I'm up with the roosters
Nigga, the same thing bouncing out that FN, it'll do you dirty
Y'all ain't got no defense, we gon' pull up shooting, Stephen Curry
Yeah, your bitch like me, she keep on
Telling Slick just how she like it
His wounds big as hell, he need a
Emergency room 'cause he can't fight it
Old head always pack at 10:00 PM, I land it at midway
I like Dracs and Glocks, you Molly
You waiting up on me in that street
Tryna pull over who?
I ain't gon' stop, you know it's time to skate
You know I'm upped off shit, I got
Young Money like Lil Wayne and Drake
Uh
Yeah, it's 3:00 AM up in the 'Raq
Last nigga was playing tough as hell, we turned him to a pack
I know she don't like me, she only on my dick just 'cause I rapped
How he got all these bodies and still ain't cracked the egg?
That shit all bap
Aim in your direction and get to swinging the Drac' from side to side
We playing hide and seek on one, two, three, I bet the opps go hide
Run and go a hundred Dri, if you ain't
Gon' blow, you gotta know how to drive
Every single other day, I'm in the stu', it's like my nine-to-five
The opps outside, so after you finish this
Song, me and Slick finna go out and slide
Caught him in traffic, we ain't even do no
Talking, you know we just beat up his ride
Boxed him in, he ain't have nowhere
To go, we made niggas duck and dive
We hit his ass so many times, he just not
Dying, I don't know how he still alive
Just stay in your lane
Tryna go hang with the opps, that's how you gon' end up dying
A nigga say he killed a nigga, but I had
Killed him, that's how I knew he was lying
The opps know I wear glass, so I'm playing
It off, I'm walking up like I'm blind
I don't wanna slide on the O, that shit
Get boring, I did that shit too many times
Design you won't
Put this Glock to his head, I'm finna get him aligned
I'm only gonna D on the chase, lil' bitch
I'm great, what the fuck I'ma do with a shine?
We killed that nigga on camera
Play that shit back, we watching that bitch like a Vine
Tryna slide on Lavar, you dumb as fuck
You might as well step on a mine
Can't even be by 12, I get too nervous, I committed too many crimes
I'm so turnt up, I'm seeing the money that's
Coming, sometimes I don't wanna sign
Sliding with Dracs, tens and Nics and
Shit, we won't even look at a nine
Don't call my phone when I was just broke
As fuck, you niggas was pressing decline
Fuck
Free my hood, nigga
Fuck your hood