3AM

[Intro: Mooch & M.A.V.]
Damn, yo, this nigga not pickin' up the phone right now?
It's fuckin' shakin' out here, man
Beautiful out here, man, ayo, yo, yo, come here, yo
Yo, yo
It's 3 A.M. (It's nighttime and shit?)
Nigga, it ain't cold outside right now (It's 3 A.M.)
Shit, nigga, I'm out here all fucking night, nigga (It's 3 A.M.)

[Verse 1: Mooch & M.A.V.]
Frisky still callin', a functional alcoholic (Yeah, ayy, get here, baby)
She smoke a whole bait and then hide this shit by her toilet
I don't even think she sleepin' that night, she'd rather snort it (Yeah)
Fuck you for my feelings then tuck that shit in my wallet, yo
See 'em mad geekin', just ride around while I'm spuckin'
I caught a good lick, droppin' Nicki off at Mazda
I heard she eat a good dick for twenties of the monster
The money in abundance, no traffic, this shit is awesome (It's 3 A.M.)
My phone still shakin', it's poppin' like eggs and bacon (Brrt, brr)
Be glad we makin' money or pistols be in your faces (In your face, nigga)
'Cause, everybody sleepin', I'm drivin', I heard the matrix (Uh)
Niggas cuddled up with they wifey under them blankets
I'm still servin' fire that's launchin' niggas in spaces (Pew)
Shorty sellin' pussy, I know that that piss flame 'em (Ha)
I'm flammin' up a dutch, no cops, they shift changin'
I'm changin' different lanes like Tommy Brown, I'm sayin' (It's 3 A.M.)
McDonalds only opend this week, I'm smokin' this potent
I'm tied in at the wheel, this Sour D got me dosin'
These trap-house hours, might trap this shit when they close it
At this time, smokers'll buy whatever just to smoke it (I got it)
I'm 'bout to bless a nigga with God, yo, I'm the omen (This shit's fire)
No bakin' soda needed, still stretch this shit like the ocean (It's 3 A.M.)
The smoker bought a fifty, he bumpin' some Billy Ocean
He noddin' out on the wheel, homie, just stay focused

[Chorus: M.A.V. & Rigz]
One, it's just an hour after midnight
Two, bet a couple dollars at the pit fights
The deal's off the vice
Come with fresh juugs, blood on my knife, runnin'
It's 3 A.M., the gun's warm and the street's cold
Hell is on me, and it needs souls
Shit is real under the moon's view
Gotta hold on to the street life
Consumes you, out here it's 3 A.M. (Yeah, yo)

[Verse 2: Rigz, Mooch, M.A.V. & Rigz & M.A.V.]
I fell asleep, all this money I missed (What the fuck?)
Five stacks, maybe six, brought my gun 'cause I'm pissed
This one fiend textin' me, bargainin' with a giftcard
Couple corny niggas still out, them dudes been fraud
Two fiends fightin', bet Kevin gon' get his chin scarred
Eddie got crackhead strength, I know he hit hard (Woo, see that?)
SWAT ten deep in the lot, they 'bout to move in
Somebody gettin' locked, they like to move when It's 3 A.M
The block dead, I gotta fund my dream (Gotta get some money, man)
I move dolo in the street like I ain't got no team, uh
I'm used to makin' nothin' out of somethin' all alone (All)
Now you can't get the sample 'cause you ain't got a phone (How the fuck you gon' get that?)
Negative, I play some shit, it's like a sedative (Shit garbage)
Tried to hit 'em out, but it's borin' and too repetitive (Word)
Ooh, that's Ashley, she out maneuverin'
Sunday work, you know what she doin' when It's 3 A.M. (Hahaha, Ashley, you fucked up)
Fuck dope, only crack sell this late (Fuck that)
It's four niggas parked in that rental, they unscrewed the plate
Somebody 'bout to get robbed, get shot, it's fate (It's fate)
Rule one, when you eatin', gotta guard your plate (Guard your plate)
I know a shorty with a shorty that'll line your date (Yup)
And sleep on it, then they get away, scrape that (3 A.M.)
Word, it's 5 now, fuck it, I'm done (I'm done)
Get the fuck out this slump, by the time I wake up, it probably be

[Chorus: M.A.V.]
One, it's just an hour after midnight
Two, bet a couple dollars at the pit fights
The deal's off the vice
Come with fresh juugs, blood on my knife, runnin'
It's 3 A.M., the gun's warm and the street's cold
Hell is on me, and it needs souls
Shit is real under the moon's view
Gotta hold on to the street life
Consumes you, out here it's 3 A.M

[Outro: Mooch]
Fuck, man
Yeah
Yo, what's goin' on with it?
[?]
Chillin', man, how long though?
Man, thirteen is smooth
Alright, no question
Goddamn, son, this nigga takin'—
Mm, damn
[?], man, what's up, nigga?
Yo, man, what's up with it, yo?
[?]
Alright, yeah
Pssh, goddamn
Let me call this nigga, man
Yo
Yo, what's up with it, man?
Aight, man, look
No, no later than 5 o'clock, than 5 o'clock
That's three hours, man
Aight, aight, no question, no question, aight, yup