Lyrics to 3AM In LA
Aye aye
Aye aye
Woo woo
Niggas wanna murder me, act like they heard of me (Aye)
Kill 'em to the third degree, better keep that rose with me (Woo)
Choppa hold a .223, ain't. no murkin' me
Make a nigga run, bullet hit his back, perfectly (Aye aye)
Before I go and wipe a nigga nose, I'ma roll the sleeve
Free Yak I know what he need, but you can't roll in peace
Pull up, Maybach to the scene, rollin' cookie trees (Aye)
Lay five stacks off the beat, shit bе saving me (Aye aye)
Sеrvin' to the fiends, made a killin' off the perc
Whatever I been doin' last couple years, I'm workin'
I knew that was your bitch dog, I took the hoe on purpose
Nigga tried to press me 'till he found out it wasn't workin'
X a nigga out, roll him up, close that curtain
We create the opps, toe tag 'em in suburbans
X a nigga out, roll him up, close that curtain
We create the opps, toe tag 'em in suburbans
Niggas wanna murder me, act like they heard of me (Aye aye)
Kill 'em to the third degree, better keep that rose with me
Choppa hold a .223, ain't no murkin' me
Make a nigga run, bullet hit his back, perfectly
Servin' to the fiends, made a killin' off the perc
Whatever I been doin' last couple years, I'm workin'
I knew that was your bitch dog, I took the hoe on purpose
Nigga tried to press me 'till he found out it wasn't workin'
Aye aye
Woo woo
Niggas wanna murder me, act like they heard of me (Aye)
Kill 'em to the third degree, better keep that rose with me (Woo)
Choppa hold a .223, ain't. no murkin' me
Make a nigga run, bullet hit his back, perfectly (Aye aye)
Before I go and wipe a nigga nose, I'ma roll the sleeve
Free Yak I know what he need, but you can't roll in peace
Pull up, Maybach to the scene, rollin' cookie trees (Aye)
Lay five stacks off the beat, shit bе saving me (Aye aye)
Sеrvin' to the fiends, made a killin' off the perc
Whatever I been doin' last couple years, I'm workin'
I knew that was your bitch dog, I took the hoe on purpose
Nigga tried to press me 'till he found out it wasn't workin'
X a nigga out, roll him up, close that curtain
We create the opps, toe tag 'em in suburbans
X a nigga out, roll him up, close that curtain
We create the opps, toe tag 'em in suburbans
Niggas wanna murder me, act like they heard of me (Aye aye)
Kill 'em to the third degree, better keep that rose with me
Choppa hold a .223, ain't no murkin' me
Make a nigga run, bullet hit his back, perfectly
Servin' to the fiends, made a killin' off the perc
Whatever I been doin' last couple years, I'm workin'
I knew that was your bitch dog, I took the hoe on purpose
Nigga tried to press me 'till he found out it wasn't workin'
