3AM

(Bankroll Got It)

Hello?

Let me tell you 'bout this bitch-ass ****

Lil' rat eatin' cheese, lil' snitch-ass **** (What?)

We left the spot, then I went back with him

Got a call, I'm just thinkin' I could kick back with him, right?

Whole time, this **** was on the run

You know what's crazy? He asked me to hold his gun

(And you know better, I told you he ain't the one)

Girl, anyway, let me get back to the point

3 a.m., highway, speedin' (He was drunk)

Runnin' reds like he don't see 'em (What the fuck?)

Homies callin', tryna meet him (Yo, what happened?)

This **** turned into a fuckin' speed demon

So I'm already tight (Right)

Fiendin' to see these ****, could've called it a night (Exactly)

He doin' the dash, ain't even see 12 on the right

I told this **** don't stop, keep goin' (Bitch)

High speed, one Glock, he blowin'

I ain't goin' like that and he knowin'

**** knockin' down cones like he bowlin'

Swervin', turnin', hit the curve, mack (How the fuck you hit a curve?)

Told this **** move the car back

High blown, man, this shit wack (Yeah, I bet)

In my head, I'm like, "This **** gettin' packed"

All of the coppers and helicopters surroundin' the V (What?)

Wanna make a run for it, don't wanna leave him for D

But then I think like, "Look at what this **** doin' to me" (Girl, fuck that)

Fuck that, open the door (Bitch, get on the floor)

Girl, I dropped down so fast like I'm gettin' my eagle on

I looked to my left and this **** already gone

What the fuck? Now I'm stuck, this **** done set me up

'Cause the gun is in my purse, it's a wrap, they search the truck (Yo)

Runnin' out of luck, puttin' me in cuffs

Puttin' me in back of the car, this shit gettin' tough

They searchin' the V, I see 'em lookin' through my stuff

Now we drivin' to the precinct, **** drivin' in a rush (Oh my God)

They walked me in that bitch, I see this **** weepin', pleadin'

Pointin' at a bitch, tellin' them **** I'm the reason (Bitch, don't)

Should've seen my face, goddamn, couldn't believe 'em

This gon' be a long night

I get to thinkin' to myself, "It's gon' be alright"

And the bookings looking good as fuck, all white

They want me to talk, I don't know shit

But this **** makin' statements on some ho shit (What?)

He the reason we done got into this whole shit

Why the fuck you on the run, speed racin'?

Got a bad bitch, high-speed chasin' (Word)

Then lyin' on me (What?), shit disgraceful

You goin' to jail, I gotta fight this case