3AM IN ATL

Ayy, iron my clothes, make sure shit fit, you feel me? (MIA JAY C)

I don't believe in fairy tales, only believe in my favorite scale

I only like the pussy like my mail, it cannot have no smell

Don't send it through the Zelle, I need it cash, them F-E-Ds for real

My bitch just got the BBL with Rickies, yeah, she got the flair

Talkin' on my phone about a zone, mm, I don't care

Extra five'll send that **** home, I don't care

Talkin' on my phone about a zone, mm, I don't care

Extra five'll send that **** home, I don't care

All my bitches pretty with no makeup, but they booty fat

Naw, all my bitches pretty with no makeup, but they— mm (Hold up)

All my bitches pretty with no makeup, but they booty fat

Huh, I can't choose today, huh, what I'm gon' do today

Listen, bae, I know you, huh, huh, what I do? Hmm, huh

Bae, I know you like me like I like you, huh

Took the license plate off of the foreign, now it's a— ah, huh

Took the license plate off of the foreign, now it's a striker (Huh)

Told your bestie do it to me while we doin' it, dyke her (Huh)

Strapped up and I'm still a fighter, she like that (Huh)

Gassed up, Cutlass got the white ones, I'll be right back (Huh)

Hundred thousand dollars on my wrist, it ain't the right one (Huh)

Go buy a Ferrari and— huh,what I'ma do? Huh

Go buy a Ferrari and crash it 'cause it's exciting (Push that shit out, Skilla)

Huh, rich as hell, still tryna fight 'cause I don't like ****

Youngest **** 'round and I'm probably the most violent (Huh)

The car thieves ran off with my shit, but I know where it's at

Really charged up in real life, ****, fuck a Scat (Huh)

I catch a **** in my shit, I'ma get him fapped

All my bitches pretty and they thick and that pussy fat

Ah, huh, I can yell too

Sell a hundred 'bows every week, that's what my scale do (Huh)

I was just gon' trap, but this rap shit done fell through (Huh)

All my bitches bad, pussy smell like Chanel Bleu

Real dope man, ask Flare, I used to sell food (Huh)

I'll go slide on my opps if I get in the mood (Huh)

I just got the drop right where you cop, shoot up the living room

Switch up on my Glock'll turn it auto, tell 'em get in tune

Laser on 'em, put a crater on 'em, he walkin' with the moon

Red beam, green beam, seein' colors like he off the shrooms

Pirellis crashin' out, we dashin' out, we left him in the fumes

Your boyfriend, he a worker, at the trap, we told him grab a broom

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, that's right, boy

Takin' shots of dirty lemon pop like I'm a party boy

AK come from Russia, when we rush him, then we start it, boy

Chopper get to rainin' like the Doppler, we the Harley boys

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, whip, c— naw

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, whip, cook

Bitch, look, standin' on that— huh, what I'm is? (Hold up)

Standin' on that business 'cause I'm over six foot

Ain't never— hold up

Ain't never gotta ask shit, huh, with a bad bitch, huh

All her best friends gon' pull up with they ass did, huh

Got a script in 'em, huh, after a dick in 'em

Uh, naw, they be with the other side, I put a clip in 'em

Uh, naw, they be with them ho ****, I aim a stick at 'em

The— ah, I ain't never missed— what I does? (Hold up)

I ain't never missed shit, but I throw bricks at 'em

She thick like Big Mama, but call me big daddy

Uh, naw, we got topside from Lansing to Cincinnati

Huh, naw, I leave Young— (Uh)

Naw, I leave Columbus with Young Rarri, bitch, we trappin', huh

Rich old bitches fuckin' on me 'cause they lavish

Naw, rich old bitches fuckin' on me 'cause I want it

Naw, I'm that young **** smellin' like that shit, they want it

Ah, duh

I don't believe in fairy tales, only believe in my favorite scale

I only like the pussy like my mail, it cannot have no smell

Don't send it through the Zelle, I need it cash, them F-E-Ds for real

My bitch just got the BBL with Rickies, yeah, she got the flair

Talkin' on my phone about a zone, mm, I don't care

Extra five'll send that **** home, I don't care

Talkin' on my phone about a zone, mm, I don't care

Extra five'll send that **** home, I don't care