Lyrics of ' 3AM In The Yams (feat. FBG Murda & 1900Rugrat) ' by BAK Jay

I got a special bullet for killin' you
Niggas talk shit when I'm not in the room
Call them threes at eleven, they spend it by noon
Fuck a bitch good, make her throw up the same
If she hoppin' this V, can't be duckin' the red
If she ain't givin' neck, I ain't leavin' the chest
Spin the block at the party, tryna hit up the wrist
Make a bitch think I want her, next day I'm a goner
That's just who I am
I tell her bad, but this ain't no street shit
Whatever we want, we can put it on camera
Forever gon' scream for the guys out the jail
High off the beams, spit the lean in the lamp
Goin' back to the scene, ain't no witness was found
Can't get her ass, make him give me a crown
Yeah, biz is deferred, but I'm still posted up on the third
Used to be broke, Obama, I pop out clean
Still posted up with a dirty belt
If it's go too much, they can't come back
Better hang up my jersey, they can't find nobody
It's been two months, they bout to quit that
Search put them broke, broke, fuck break and break

We used to split the purse
Just tucked down, show me to the plank
I be quick to purse you
I'm in a big body, yours
Cuttin' off like I was doin' surgery
I'm here muttin' this bitch
Might fuck around, I had to pull the emergency
This a real life, for real
No, I ain't cap out shit while I'm quick with these verses
Fuck around, we still be givin' out hurts
We the reason they ass keep gettin' that church
We put they ass in the spitter so much
I won't be surprised they know I'm nervous
Them young niggas jumped out for me cause so much
I don't know why they mention that shit in them verses
Purse kicked in, I bounce out the bitch with my diamonds on
That's a rap nigga skeet up, lowkey he ain't even know
We on side his own, creep up on his ass and he freeze up
Ice in the blitz, man, watch Harry moving up
Runnin' this shit like he fucked out the real
Get caught in the mix while they choppin' this teal meal
Dumpin', you the next nigga we crease up
Bro, I wanna have shit, I wanna have two
I got a special, a bullet for Cuni
Niggas talk shit when I'm not in the room
Caught them threes at eleven, they spin it by noon
Fuck a bitch good, make her throw up the set
If you hop in this V, can't be dunkin' the red
If she ain't givin' neck, I ain't leavin' the chest
Spin the block at the party, tryna hit up the wrist
Make a bitch think I want her, next day I'm a goner
This is who I am
I tell her back, but this ain't no street shit
Whatever we want, we can put it on count
Forever gon' scream for the guys out the gym
High off a bitch, put the lean in the lamp
Goin' back to the scene, ain't no weakness was found
King of the house, make him give me a crown