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Alyssa Kyle - 3am Lyrics

[Intro]
(Bankroll Got It)
Hello?

[Verse]
Let me tell you 'bout this bitch-ass nigga
Lil' rat eatin' cheese, lil' snitch-ass nigga (What?)
We left the spot, then I went back with him
Got a call, I'm just thinkin' I could kick back with him, right?
Whole time, this nigga was on the run
You know what's crazy? He asked me to hold his gun
(And you know better, I told you he ain't the one)
Girl, anyway, let me get back to the point
3 a.m., highway, speedin' (He was drunk)
Runnin' reds like he don't see 'em (What the fuck?)
Homies callin', tryna meet him (Yo, what happened?)
This nigga turned into a fuckin' speed demon
So I'm already tight (Right)
Fiendin' to see these niggas, could've called it a night (Exactly)
He doin' the dash, ain't even see 12 on the right
I told this nigga don't stop, keep goin' (Bitch)
High speed, one Glock, he blowin'
I ain't goin' like that and he knowin'
Nigga knockin' down cones like he bowlin'
Swervin', turnin', hit the curve, mack (How the fuck you hit a curve?)
Told this nigga move the car back
High blown, man, this shit wack (Yeah, I bet)
In my head, I'm like, "This nigga gettin' packed"
All of the coppers and helicopters surroundin' the V (What?)
Wanna make a run for it, don't wanna leave him for D
But then I think like, "Look at what this nigga doin' to me" (Girl, fuck that)
Fuck that, open the door (Bitch, get on the floor)
Girl, I dropped down so fast like I'm gettin' my eagle on
I looked to my left and this nigga already gone
What the fuck? Now I'm stuck, this nigga done set me up
'Cause the gun is in my purse, it's a wrap, they search the truck (Yo)
Runnin' out of luck, puttin' me in cuffs
Puttin' me in back of the car, this shit gettin' tough
They searchin' the V, I see 'em lookin' through my stuff
Now we drivin' to the precinct, niggas drivin' in a rush (Oh my God)
They walked me in that bitch, I see this nigga weepin', pleadin'
Pointin' at a bitch, tellin' them niggas I'm the reason (Bitch, don't)
Should've seen my face, goddamn, couldn't believe 'em
This gon' be a long night
I get to thinkin' to myself, "It's gon' be alright"
And the bookings looking good as fuck, all white
They want me to talk, I don't know shit
But this nigga makin' statements on some ho shit (What?)
He the reason we done got into this whole shit
Why the fuck you on the run, speed racin'?
Got a bad bitch, high-speed chasin' (Word)
Then lyin' on me (What?), shit disgraceful
You goin' to jail, I gotta fight this case