Vodka - 3am Lyrics

Yuh yuh yuh
3 a m wha
Off a f*cking xanax wha wha wha wha

I get Mo like i'm f*cking Sheck wes like i'm who
Better shoot at my dome i got a vest
She be blowing up my phone she like to text
She be going thru my bands she count my checks (count up)
I'm the f*cking man bitch i don't stress
I got my shooters ready, aimed right at yo chest
I got these hands if a nigga wanna rest
I got these bands so these bitches all infest

Ugh f*ck, that xanny got me sick boi

You ain't doing shit nigga get your bands up
You ain't bout that shit nigga put yo hands up
Ima blow this shit nigga get my hand gun
Pew pew pew pew yuh bouta bang sum

New, ice, got my bitch right
She, nice, roll my weed like dice

She suck me up like twice
When i'm pulling up on sight
Do this shit all night
Give 2 f*cks bouta price
Give 3 f*cks she my type
Got playboy drip with white
Put red on red my wife
We f*ck until she cry
Vlone that's for life
Got drip i spent 1-5
Born with that shit applied
All eyes when i arrive