[HOOK: MOSES]
It's 3 in the morning
Got a bitches calling and calling
Tryna come over and fuck me to Von, man I swear that these bitches got prollems
I swear that these hittas got prollems, but don't talk
About it in face, just normal
How the fuck you gon beat up your girl, like you Breezy
Then scream these hoes ain't loyal
I got the juice
Just me, my brews, my uce
They mad, I'm buff and l'm sexy, beat him up, then go
And fuck his girl too
Magic, she love it, l'm rude
Vanish, when he coming home
Feet up in his room, she said we alone, we fucking whilе they on the phone
Shе telling me shh, I tell her hang up
[VERSE 1: MOSES]
I'm telling her dead that
Shoot him where his heads at
Come get some get back
Two T let the tek slap
Put him on a T Shirt
Put two where his chest at
Mess dat
Headspace
How you gon chat, not visit my estate, please cuz
Don't be sending your best mate, broskis tucked in a
Bag no eshay
Eetsway, if they want beef let's cook
Stakes too rare round here in the ends
Talk to the porks, halfway crooks
Ain't playing chicken no we don't pretend, no we don't
Amend
And I'm giving ha heatstroke
Fuck round fall in love with the deep stroke
Told me she love gangsters, she wanna chill with the
Shooters, tell her come link hoe=hoe that, TAKTiX show em the TBS way cuz
[VERSE 2: TAKTiX]
Yeah
Mo said it it's 3 in the morning
And the shawty want me cause l'm balling
Only time that l'm begging for chicks when I beg for the bitch stop calling and calling
(Stop calling my phone bitch)
Cause she only wanna fuck on her problems
Fuck her man cause that fucker a problem
So she sending a photo that isn't replayable begging
For me to come solve it I promise l'll never do dirties
To people if they got missus 'Il call her a ganger
But if you got drama with me then you're both for the
Streets but I probably might bang her
Just for statement don't fuck with a TBS
Not my fault she was DTF
No timer on a freaky vid tryna reel me in with a cheeky
Text cause her man just left
Real ones yeah I got that
Never watch my back cause they got that
Couple D Low homes I don't need no gats just facts
That my broskis pop that
Got prescriptions for rack and the dugu
So my bruvvas come strapping the toolu
T'm not gang so don't come for me pause bruvvas
Make noise when the chopper go
(DUDU)
Only come for the night, she know what l'm saying
I told her to watch it, he know I ain't playing
They taking notes, I'm stacking these notes, I came to
It late but still stacking the latest
And they put me on replay
Cause I make it look easy
Like how did I come from the hood but I make it look
Good when l'm dripping like Fiji
Tell them bi*** it's 3 in the morning
[HOOK: MOSES]
Got a bitch calling and calling
Tryna come over and fuck me to Von, man I swear that
These bitches got prollems
I swear that these hittas got prollems, but don't talk
About it in face, just normal
How the fuck you gon beat up your girl, like you Breezy
Then scream these hoes ain't loyal
I got the juice
Just me, my brews, my uce
They mad, I'm buff and l'm sexy, beat him up, then go
And fuck his girl too
Magic, she love it l'm rude
Vanish, when he coming home
Feet up in his room, she said we alone, we fucking while
They on the phone
She telling me shh, I tell her hang up
[VERSE 3: KAHUKX]
Told her to hang up
But She clearly not giving a fuck
I'm counting my money while giving her uh
She acting all innocent liking it rough
I been around the prince of my own city
It's SYD the city of the sinners
Born broke lifestyle winner
From Tuna rice to lobsters for dinner
Nothing to 100 racks up in the safe
I'm young n impatient with something to say
Need my respect when u talk on my name
How I came for the money n left with the fame
50 racks is soon to be a month
100 racks, I'd give it to Mum
1 Milly just the start cah I ain't done
Till my daughters daughters set for living up
[HOOK: ALL ]
It's 3 in the morning
Got a bitch calling and calling
Tryna come over and fuck me to Von, man I swear that
These bitch got prollems
I swear that these hittas got prollems, but don't talk
About it in face, just normal
How the fuck you gon beat up your girl, like you Breezy
Then scream these hoes ain't loyal
I got the juice
Just me, my brews, my uce
They mad, I'm buff and l'm sexy, beat him up, then go
And fuck his girl too
Magic, she love it I'm rude
Vanish, when he coming home
Feet up in his room, she said we alone, we fucking while they on the phone
She telling me shh, I tell her hang up
