"3AM" lyrics
Alright, bet, bet
Turn me up a little bit
Fell in love with, fell in love with (You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Yeah, yeah
I fell in love with sluts, you ain't really my type if you ain't freaky
Say, "Fuck your homie" to his face, I treat his ass like Wop did Jeezy
Watch me bounce out with that chop and make a scene just like Chris Breezy
I signed a deal, got a advance, then changed my number, it's hard to reach me
All these diamonds around my neck, they water wet, I'm talkin' Fiji
And the minute I hit that stage, I want my fans to yell out, "Teeski"
For this rap shit, boy, I'm hoardin'
You can't have nothin' 'cause, bitch, I'm greedy
All day I been sippin' syrup, it's 3 a.m. and I still ain't sleepy
Now it's 3 a.m., we tryna catch a murder one
We finna hit a nigga block, tell my Scoom, "Load the guns"
Click your button to the right, boy, it's time to have some fun
Put a fifty in that bitch, lil' cuz Nick Cannon with that drum
And you can't beat me if you wanted, lil' boy, you know Slick one of one
And I ain't doin' no back and forth if you can't up a honey bun
And if he got bag on his head, we puttin' his ass up in a trunk
And if a nigga play with me, then Slick goin' right back to that bunk
And if I catch a murder case with all this money, I'ma beat it
Knew I was gonna get on since a kid as my whole life, bitch, I been seen it
Fell in love with all this Wock', I'm pourin' drank, it got me leanin'
I'm surrounded by all these angels all the time to fight my demons
I fell in love with sluts, you ain't really my type if you ain't freaky
Say, "Fuck your homie" to his face, I treat his ass like Wop did Jeezy
Watch me bounce out with that chop and make a scene just like Chris Breezy
I signed a deal, got a advance, then changed my number, it's hard to reach me
All the diamonds around my neck, they water wet, I'm talkin' Fiji
And these minute I hit that stage, I want my fans to yell out, "Teeski"
For this rap shit, boy, I'm hoardin'
You can't have nothin' 'cause, bitch, I'm greedy
All day I been sippin' syrup, it's 3 a.m. and I still ain't sleepy
Turn me up a little bit
Fell in love with, fell in love with (You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Yeah, yeah
I fell in love with sluts, you ain't really my type if you ain't freaky
Say, "Fuck your homie" to his face, I treat his ass like Wop did Jeezy
Watch me bounce out with that chop and make a scene just like Chris Breezy
I signed a deal, got a advance, then changed my number, it's hard to reach me
All these diamonds around my neck, they water wet, I'm talkin' Fiji
And the minute I hit that stage, I want my fans to yell out, "Teeski"
For this rap shit, boy, I'm hoardin'
You can't have nothin' 'cause, bitch, I'm greedy
All day I been sippin' syrup, it's 3 a.m. and I still ain't sleepy
Now it's 3 a.m., we tryna catch a murder one
We finna hit a nigga block, tell my Scoom, "Load the guns"
Click your button to the right, boy, it's time to have some fun
Put a fifty in that bitch, lil' cuz Nick Cannon with that drum
And you can't beat me if you wanted, lil' boy, you know Slick one of one
And I ain't doin' no back and forth if you can't up a honey bun
And if he got bag on his head, we puttin' his ass up in a trunk
And if a nigga play with me, then Slick goin' right back to that bunk
And if I catch a murder case with all this money, I'ma beat it
Knew I was gonna get on since a kid as my whole life, bitch, I been seen it
Fell in love with all this Wock', I'm pourin' drank, it got me leanin'
I'm surrounded by all these angels all the time to fight my demons
I fell in love with sluts, you ain't really my type if you ain't freaky
Say, "Fuck your homie" to his face, I treat his ass like Wop did Jeezy
Watch me bounce out with that chop and make a scene just like Chris Breezy
I signed a deal, got a advance, then changed my number, it's hard to reach me
All the diamonds around my neck, they water wet, I'm talkin' Fiji
And these minute I hit that stage, I want my fans to yell out, "Teeski"
For this rap shit, boy, I'm hoardin'
You can't have nothin' 'cause, bitch, I'm greedy
All day I been sippin' syrup, it's 3 a.m. and I still ain't sleepy
Writer(s): Terrance Banks, Tevin Blands
