3am in the Six

It was like 3 in the morning
Niggas is snoring
They kicked the door in
Like get on the floor and ain’t have no warrant
But they still searching
Burners and purses
They wanna perk it
Lessons I learn it
Hide it in closets
That baby nina Roney he nursed it
Get it I burp it, hearse 'em
I think I cursed 'em
Drive through his hood with no permit
Got 'em all jumping like hermit
Burner it’s stashed in the furnace
He wishing that he had insurance
Shitting the block like
Who need th dope
Burner like toast
Pip lighting up
He don’t want no smoke
Roney he pray, but he not the pope
You give me hope
I come at your throat
Niggas they funny, and bitches they fake
You fiddle with tities I fiddle with K’s
We getting giddy’s we blowing your brain
We left his whip with a stain
Remember the days when niggas were babies
Must be crazy
We shut the block down with a .380
You must be crazy
White boy he shooting so we call him Larry
He get you flipped for a birdie
When niggas see him they get so scary
He waving his wand like Harry
Hand in I not
Trapping a lot
Police they tryna come take what I got
3 in the morning
Niggas is snoring
They came right through with the Glock
3 in the morning
Niggas is snoring
Gave me no warning
They had no warrant
Cash it can’t fold it
Burner in toilets
They took the foreign
They said it’s stolen
Hand in I not
Trapping a lot
Police they tryna come take what I got
3 in the morning
Niggas is snoring
They came right through with the Glock
3 in the morning
Niggas is snoring
Gave me no warning
They had no warrant
Cash it can’t fold it
Burner in toilets
They took the foreign
They said it’s stolen