3Am In La

Ayy, ayy (Cuddie Joe in this motherfucker)
Ayy, ayy woo, woo

Niggas wanna murder me
Act like they heard of me (Ayy)
Killer to the third degree
Better keep that rosary (Woo)
Chopper hold a 223, ain't no murkin' me
Make a nigga run, bullet hit his back
Burp him (Ayy, ayy)
Before I go and wipe a nigga nose
I'ma roll the sleeve free Yak
I know what he mean when
You can't roll in peace
Pull up Maybach to the scene
Rollin' Cookie trees (Ayy)
Made five stacks off the bean
Shit been savin' me (Ayy, ayy)
Servin' to the fiends
Madе a killin' off the Perky
Whatevеr I been doin' last
Couple years been workin' (Woo)
I knew that was your bitch, dog
I took the ho on purpose
Nigga tried to press me 'til he
Found out it wasn't workin'
X a nigga out, roll him up
Close that curtain we create the opps
Toe tagged 'em in Suburbans
X a nigga out, roll him up
Close that curtain we create the opps
Toe tagged 'em in Suburbans

Niggas wanna murder me
Act like they heard of me (Ayy, ayy)
Killer to the third degree
Better keep that rosary (Woo)
Chopper hold a 223, ain't no murkin' me
Make a nigga run, bullet hit his back
Burp him servin' to the fiends
Made a killin' off the Perky
Whatever I been doin' last
Couple years been workin'
I knew that was your bitch, dog
I took the ho on purpose
Nigga tried to press me 'til he
Found out it wasn't workin'

(Cuddie Joe in this motherfucker)