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Raq Baby - 3am Lyrics

[Intro: Raq Baby]
Okay
Uh
Damn
Not playin'
Not playin'
(Xair, let me get that motherfucker)

[Chorus: Raq Baby]
3 a.m. off drank, third week straight, can't do nothin' but think
I've been through the worst, a million dollars can't even make my day
I could put a nigga on this shit, but I can't make him pay
I'm on the grind, put my life on the line for the pape'
Me and and ma dukes was skippin' houses, now we skippin' states
Easy, no more beanie weenies, this shit shrimp and steak
Loyal to a thot bitch, yeah, that's a big mistake
Yeah, I don't gotta cock it, one pull, that's all it take

[Verse 1: Raq Baby]
If you want some smoke, send it up, no, we don't give a fuck
If your pistol up and you don't bust, then you gon' get it bucked
Left the back door open, it's a trap for you lil' silly fucks
If it's smoke, nigga, let me know, bitch, we don't duck, bro, you can get at us
Huh, slide with Dracs and FN, them boys got many guns
Know we got plenty weapons, don't run from anyone
I'm havin' dreams at night, see monsters in the gun
Thought I was tweakin' this time, but I forgot I was—
[Chorus: Raq Baby]
3 a.m. off drank, third week straight, can't do nothin' but think
I've been through the worst, a million dollars can't even make my day
I could put a nigga on this shit, but I can't make him pay
I'm on the grind, put my life on the line for the pape'
Me and and ma dukes was skippin' houses, now we skippin' states
Easy, no more beanie weenies, this shit shrimp and steak
Loyal to a thot bitch, yeah, that's a big mistake
Yeah, I don't gotta cock it, one pull, that's all it take

[Verse 2: YTB Fatt]
We was skippin' everything, now it's private jets, eatin' lamb chops in the sky
High speed, Tre drivin', got scarred when Zai died
Fentanyl killed my titi, it was hard to recognize
They played when I was broke, now the Rolls truck ridin' straight by 'em
Fah-fah-fah, it's on me, bad bitch only
Fuck her comments, bald shit like pumpkins
Halloween, bitch, wear a money costume, eat the whole pussy
First year in the rap game, hits on hits, I was the richest rookie
You ain't have no cake, showin' your chicken to Fox 'nem, so they took it
You ain't got no rank, I'm Netflix, you a fuckin' Tubi
Too much cash on me, stupid, I got more choppers than Lil Tunechi
Bring a hundred to your door if you ask my name or the fuckin' Insta'

[Chorus: Raq Baby]
3 a.m. off drank, third week straight, can't do nothin' but think
I've been through the worst, a million dollars can't even make my day
I could put a nigga on this shit, but I can't make him pay
I'm on the grind, put my life on the line for the pape'
Me and and ma dukes was skippin' houses, now we skippin' states
Easy, no more beanie weenies, this shit shrimp and steak
Loyal to a thot bitch, yeah, that's a big mistake
Yeah, I don't gotta cock it, one pull, that's all it take