3 AM lyrics

[Intro]
Salute Me Or Shoot Me Volume 7

[Chorus]
Young n*gga hustle for there son and daughter
Don't make me call Waka flocka for them choppas
Any n*gga got a problem we got problems
I’m play it cool only when that money calling
That money calling, that money calling
Bricks came in you know we balling

[Verse 1]
Bust open the rapper break it down it fall in shape
Put it in a pot watch how quick that sh*t cake
61 grams to a whole one ten had to get that sh*t again caught it on the first spin
Shawty want it tan said he don't want it white
Can't even lie live my life off the white
Coca coca Coca Cola baking soda baking soda
Please grab a box before you pass the store
I’m just tryna get a millions dollars of that yay
Last n*gga tried had to pop him in his face
Usually I don't wear my jewelry I had to flood the bezzel
Had to cut you and your partners off your dog was telling
n*ggas snitching on my dog
We can't wait to ride on y'all
Whole hundred soldiers in the motherf*cking trap wit me
You ain't got no pistol on you dog you in the wrong business
n*ggas coming up missing every got damn day
I can't even leave I just f*cked a brick of yay