3AM IN THE RAQ

[Intro: MAF Teeski]

(Swaggyono, what up, bro?)

(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc) I'm just showin' these niggas I'm still in the field, uh

Uh, yeah, bitch, uh

[Verse 1: MAF Teeski]

Go and ask your homie, he gon' tell you Scoom Gang with the drama

Signed my deal for four-point-six, my bank account is filled with commas

I come through the lane and dunk his ass just like I'm Wembanyama

Pulled up on his block and clapped his ass right out a Civic Honda

Nigga, this our straight, we program your car with our own key

You want me on your song, it's seven thousand if you want a feat

Nah, I don't play with niggas or play with bitches, they both could D-I-E

This Micro Drac' too loud, I'll make this bitch sing just like Jodeci

Yeah, Scoom Gang, bitch, we got a lot of shooters

I got ten hoes with they titties out just like they work for Hooters

Yeah, I got somе bad lil' nice shit and I got some that's cougars

They say еarly birds always get the worm, so I'm up with the roosters

Nigga, the same thing bouncin' out that FN, it'll do you dirty

Y'all ain't got no defense, we gon' pull up shootin', Stephen Curry

Yeah, your bitch like me, she keep on tellin' Slick just how she like it

His wound was big as hell, he needed an emergency room 'cause he can't fight it

Over here always packin', 10 p.m., I landed at Midway

I like Dracs and Glocks, Melly, he waitin' up on me in that straight

Tryna pull over who? I ain't gon' stop, you know it's time to skate

You know I'm up dog shit, I got young money like Lil Wayne and Drake

Uh, yeah, it's 3 a.m. up in the 'Raq

Last nigga who was playin' tough as hell, we turned him to a pack

I know she don't like me, she only on my dick just 'cause I rap

How you got all these bodies and still ain't cracked the egg? That shit all bap

Aim in your direction and get to swingin' the Drac' from side to side

We play hide-and-seek, go, "One, two, three," I bet the opps go hide

Wanna go on a drill? If you ain't gon' blow, you gotta know how to drive

Every single hour of the day, I'm in the stu', it's like my nine-to-five

[Verse 2: VonOff1700]

The opps outside, so after we finish this song, me and Slick finna go out and slide

Caught him in traffic, we ain't even do no talkin', you know we just beat up his ride

We boxed him in, he ain't have nowhere to go, we made niggas duck and dive

We hit his ass so many times, he just not dyin', I don't know how he still alive

Just stay in your lane, tryna go hang with the opps, that's how you gon' end up dyin'

A nigga say he killed a nigga, but I had killed him, that's how I knew he was lyin'

The opps know I wear glasses, so I'm playin' it off, I'm walkin' up like I'm blind

I don't wanna slide on the O, that shit get borin', I did that shit too many times

What design you want? Put this Glock to his head, I'm finna give him a line

And I'm only gon' deal on a Chase, lil' bitch, I'm great, what the fuck I'ma do with a Chime?

We killed that nigga on camera, play that shit back, we watchin' that bitch like a Vine

Tryna slide on lil' Von, you dumb as fuck, you might as well step on a mine

Can't even be by 12, I get too nervous, I committed too many crimes

I'm so turnt up, I'm seein' the money that's comin', sometimes I don't wanna sign

We slidin' with Dracs, 10s and nicks and shit, we won't even look at a 9

Don't call my phone, when I was just broke as fuck, you niggas was pressin' decline

[Outro: VonOff1700]

The fuck? Free my hood, nigga, fuck your hood, nigga