Lyrics
It’s three in the mornin’…
I’m high as hell with my gun on my lap…
and my hand on my cup (yeah)…
I can’t trust no one (nah)…
Shawty blowin’ up my phone, I ain’t pickin’ up (nah)
Money on my mind, I been stackin’ up (uh)
Hunnid round drum, I’ma keep it tucked (tucked)
City too cold, can’t show no love (nah)
Mixin’ that Wock with the Faygo, I’m leanin’ (leanin’)
Ops tryna lurk, but we slide for no reason (slide)
I came from the bottom, had to fight my demons (fight)
Diamonds on me hit, now they starin’ and dreamin’ (dreamin’)
It’s three in the mornin’…
I’m high as hell with my gun on my lap…
and my hand on my cup (yeah)…
I can’t trust no one (not a soul)
Style
rap melodic trap pain music dmv street soulful
Credits
Prompt byUrbanVocoder255
GeneratedJul 30, 2025
ModelAria v4
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