[Intro]
Ayo, Jug
3 A.M
Fucking 3 A.M
[Chorus]
I just rock that Raf for no reason
My bitch the perfect girl for conversation (Yeah), but I still get bored (Yeah), and then I end up leavin' (Yeah)
Don't push me too far away, 'cause if I go too far away, I might not come right back, I'm gettin' even-steven (Yeah)
You call me like, (What?) "Where you at at (What?) 3 A.M.?" (What?)
I'm MIA in LAX, (What?) I'm cool, (What?) and she just (What?) keeps on teasin' (Go)
Oh, you ain't know? I got timing on my side
I'm close to Amsterdam right now, like bitch, I'm right up in your region (Yes, sir)
[Verse 1]
I just turn over for no reason (What?)
She said you a sophomore, bitch I'm in my second season
Gotta put my jerseys in thе rafters right now, DC fuckin' eatin'
I don't want that shit, he got Ghost Ridеr in him, he a fuckin' demon
I'm tryna tap, tap, tap, tryna adapt to my life without my cousins (Yeah)
In LA with my boys, I ain't been feelin' nothin'
My mind been fucking wit' me too, it's hot, I'm in the oven
See, I'm just a schizophrenic dude, I don't do the lovin' or fuckin', or cuffin'
But if we get it down, we can end up with something
If you got a pound, we can run it up, one hundred
I know something's going down, I can feel it in my stomach
Ayo, Jug
3 A.M
Fucking 3 A.M
[Chorus]
I just rock that Raf for no reason
My bitch the perfect girl for conversation (Yeah), but I still get bored (Yeah), and then I end up leavin' (Yeah)
Don't push me too far away, 'cause if I go too far away, I might not come right back, I'm gettin' even-steven (Yeah)
You call me like, (What?) "Where you at at (What?) 3 A.M.?" (What?)
I'm MIA in LAX, (What?) I'm cool, (What?) and she just (What?) keeps on teasin' (Go)
Oh, you ain't know? I got timing on my side
I'm close to Amsterdam right now, like bitch, I'm right up in your region (Yes, sir)
[Verse 1]
I just turn over for no reason (What?)
She said you a sophomore, bitch I'm in my second season
Gotta put my jerseys in thе rafters right now, DC fuckin' eatin'
I don't want that shit, he got Ghost Ridеr in him, he a fuckin' demon
I'm tryna tap, tap, tap, tryna adapt to my life without my cousins (Yeah)
In LA with my boys, I ain't been feelin' nothin'
My mind been fucking wit' me too, it's hot, I'm in the oven
See, I'm just a schizophrenic dude, I don't do the lovin' or fuckin', or cuffin'
But if we get it down, we can end up with something
If you got a pound, we can run it up, one hundred
I know something's going down, I can feel it in my stomach
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