MAF Teeski - 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'll 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 all one 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
Yеah, i got some bad lil' night 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 couldn'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 my dick just 'cause i rap
How you got all these bodies and you 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〉
Fuck, free my hood, nigga, fuck your hood, nigga