3am In LV

Get me back to business, you can have a minute
Jugging out a Prius, I don't know about the Civic
No more dotting tickets now I'm shotting lyrics
I'ma take the hard away cause I don't like the gimmicks
I don't play a role, I can really get you what you want
Cali or the nose or modow and I don't even move shit
Signal in the booth, still making my drinks, do it all off a phone
See me when you see me
When Khoya bagging up he always play me on the TV
He tells me when he sees me, easy
Sipping painkillers, this lean so my eyes ain't beady
Kill pain cah my life ain't easy, I feel like I'm chosen
She said when I'm with her that I give her serotonin
Gave it like I owed it then I send a bouquet full of roses
Gentleman, she love it and I know this
Wallahi I love my Bruce, ain't talking bout Jenner
C63 I sped up, mum said "Son you made your bed, you gotta lie in it"
That's why I ain't done my bed up
They ring me on the beela, I been hitting them all week
Ar-Ab wants Snow White
How come broke boys are so wise?
I've been in the trenches my whole life
My whole life ain't a hot topic
Drop-top so I can't hotbox it
Smoking hasheen, do the dasheen
I'm burst and I'm dropping hot rocks on my denim
Grab it when you can cause it can go at any second
The dotty stay around and it can go at any melon
Serving all these tickets got 'em doing all these lines
All these dirty police tryna drop man in a sentence
Cah I know this shit wicked, it's fucked up
Really have it knee deep, it's cutthroat
Remember long rainy nights at the bus stop
With a hand full of drugs like what's what?
See I need a bit of lean when I'm lost up
See I see the belly like crop top
Me and Shiftz going halves up in Chop Chop
We was really tryna chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
The weed, the cars, the high, the feeling
I'm high, it might look like I'm tripping
I'm vibing, I just mind my business
Economy in streets got me flying round business
Shawty wanna date but I don't fine dine women
Sipping all this grease got me lying down missing
Keep on blowing smoke, no wonder why my vision's clouded
Walalo looking healthy and he came back from the mountains
No music money coming, still I got me an accountant
And only to my Lord is when you'll ever see me bowing
Tell 'em this is London, ain't no askhar on the payroll
Know we gotta vanish when they come around and lay low
Comments but we say no, have you seen the devil wear a halo?
I can make a phone call, get a bit or get a kilo
Or I bag it or I dash it when it backflips
When I whip it into bits, it really broke
And in the trap, don't wanna be him
I don't wanna be it, I just want the readies, yeah I'm cleaning
Yeah I'm cleaning, when I clean up gonna leave it