3AM IN THE RAQ

Yeah, bitch

Go and ask your homie, he gon' tell you Scoom Gang with the drama

Signed my deal for 4.6, my bank account is filled with commas

I come though the lane and dunk his ass just like I'm Wembanyama

Pull up on his block and clapped his ass right out a Civic Honda

****, this our street, we program your car with our own key

You want me on your song, it's seven thousand if you want a feat'

Now I don't play with **** or play with bitches, they both could D-I-E

This micro Drac' too loud, I'll make this bitch sing just like Jodesi

Yeah, Scoom Gang, bitch, we got a lotta shooters

I got ten hoes with they titties out just like they work for Hooters

Yeah, I got some bad lil' nice shit, and I got some that's cougars

They say early birds always get the worm so I'm out with the roosters

****, the same thing bouncing out that FN, it a do you dirty

Y'all ain't got no defense, we gon' pull up shooting, Stephen Curry

Yeah, your bitch like me, she keep on telling Slick just how she like it

His wound was big as hell, he need a emergency room 'cause he can't fight it

O'Hare always packed at 10PM, I landed at Midway

I like Dracs and Glocks, G Mali, he waiting up on me in that street

Tryna pull over who? I ain't gon' stop, you know it's time to skate

You know I'm up dog shit, I got young money like Lil' Wayne and Drake

Uh, yeah, it's 3AM up in the raq

Last **** who was playing tough as hell, we turnt him to a pack

I know she don't like me, she only on my dick just 'cause I rap

How you got all these bodies, still ain't cracked a head? That shit all bap

Aim at your direction and get to swinging the Drac' from side to side

We play hide and seek, on "1, 2, 3," I bet the opps gon' hide

Wanna go on the drill? If you ain't gon' blow, you gotta know how to drive

Every single other day, I'm in the stu, it's like my 9-5

The opps outside, so after we finish this song, me and Slick finna go out and slide

Caught him in traffic, we ain't even do no talking, you know we just beat up his ride

We boxed him in, he ain't had no where to go, we make **** duck and dive

We hit his ass so many times, he just not dying, I don't know how he still alive

Just stay in your lane, tryna go hang with the opps, that's how you gon' end up dying

And **** say he killed a ****, but I had killed him, that's how I knew he was lying

The opps know I wear glasses, so I'm playing it off, I'm walking up like I'm blind

I don't wanna slide on the O, that shit get boring, I did that shit to many times

Design you want? Put this Glock to his head, I'm finna give him a line

I'm only gon' be on the chase, lil' bitch, I'm great, what the fuck? I'ma do it a chime

We killed that **** on camera, play that shit back, we watching that bitch like a Vine

Tryna slide on Lil' Von, you dumb as fuck, you might as well step on a mine

Can't even be by twelve, I get too nervous, I committed too many crimes

I'm so turnt up, I'm seeing the money that's coming, sometimes I don't wanna sign

I'm sliding with Dracs, tens, and nicks and shit, we won't even look at a nine

Don't call my phone, when I was just broke as fuck, you **** was pressing decline