Tsu Surf - 3:27 AM lyrics

Gang! Let's ride, ayy

I done left some niggas where I saw 'em
But that's old shit
I'm goin' to the fed' max they find
Another pole stick catch him, get a coffin
Where he goin' he be homesick
Fuckin' on somebody everything
I need my own bitch
I done came accustomed to the trenches
This my habitat
Double doors, I matte it black
Runtz for the cataract
40 Glock, a single shot
Button make it rat-a tat
Lorenz watch and half a brick
Made that off of battle rap
Watch the cloud clear when
The gun rise, homie, then I want mine
Relationship with fiends
I felt the pain when her son died
Niggas tight as army knots
Relationships get untied
Chopper for the real beef
The baby Drac' was fun size
Cloth cut, the bravest can't fade us
Braggin' to the neighbors how we
Made the front pages
Calls to the plug, he so generous with favors
Them Pelicans
They came from LA was Ant Davis
You shush your mouth, you make it out
Couldn't make the murder stick
Gun plug ask "how many shots?" my nigga
Curve the clip bandana, toothpick
We sideline some birdie shit
Fuckin' on a cop bitch
She cool with my 30 clip
You ain't got you one up in the top
Then what you got it for?
Niggas almost killed me
But they didn't that is not a score
Savage, lotta hit's
No we don't brag about attempts
In the rental with the temp and
The 40 with some tints
We stack it 'cause we gotta ball
Like the youngest homies
They ain't got it all
Shawty crib the stash spot, key to that
Ain't gotta call
If everybody hold the shit down
Then we don't gotta fall
I was gettin' head watchin'
Halle gettin' Monster Ball
We was playin' Call of Duty
Guys sent the load out
Hand guns and baby chopper
Vest incase it's cold out
He ain't ask to see his lawyer
Wonder what he told 'bout
Still be in the hood
Be playin' spades in the fold-outs
Heavy hearted, opps surround
Be very cautious
Learned a lot from every loss
And when it's one of yours
It's such a heavy coffin
I say I love you, then don't lie to me
A wheelchair for rollin' for his hood damn
The irony!
Ever catch the one that sat him down
We gon' iron him
Lil' homie drillin' for a zelle
So I hired him
Violence, glad the opps kill us
It's a challenge
Cuz wrote me stressin' 'bout his time
He stopped countin' and money be the plan
A plate, chair, fork at the table if you fam
I'll show you how to get it, nigga
Can't hold your hand
Been feelin' like the man
My bitches like to tan
And she don't do the 'Gram
Only got her OnlyFan newark baby
Still spinnin' through the bricks
Long as Alana straight, a nigga feel rich
Loyal to who feedin' you
I judge you by who breedin' you
Cautious of who be with you
No suckers in your vehicle gang!