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3am freestyle - lil $horty lyrics

[intro]
yuh, yuh
plugg!
it’s 3am man sippin on this red man, still up to sh*t man
smoking blunts back to back i don’t think you know bout that

[verse]
with all this money on me i could f*ck your mama
this fn put 2 hoes in like ferragamo
young n*gga [?] f*cking up them commas
this choppa not d*mn [?] call me lil osama
you with that acting sh*t b*tch you don’t want no drama
i’m in the back of the mayback sliding like obama
i’m smoking with this b*tch imma take this b*tch to a sauna
4 hit him right in his head now he got brain trauma
if i [?] in a day, you won’t catch me coming out the f*cking crib
aye rap beefing with n*ggas, we send shots off where you live
i just f*cked up all my drank cause i picked mr pibb
we finna pull up on a opp, 1 to the face, 5 to ribs
i’m in la smoking dope look out my window i seem palm trees
it got hot with that glock, send shots put yo ass on a honour tee
i’m in the fielld like drew brees, this stick hit a n*gga with a 2 piece
slide on your block with a uzi, turn your sh*t to a horror movie
it’s 3am i just smoked 5 blunts up in 1 hour
b*tch i’m balling on n*ggas my money tall like dwight howard
i’m smoking on bubblegum cookies you smoking loud, but my sh*t louder
we pull up [?] d*mn n*gga like baby powder
and that’s some f*cked up sh*t, but that’s the past that sh*t i’m out of”
i had to pour up 4, and had to climb up with a latter
i poured a 5 in a big blue b*tch i like my sh*t a lil blacker
imma let out this carbon 15 and watch these n*ggas scatter
f*ck that writing sh*t, aye b*tch i go straight in off the head
and a bunch of brand new blunts, i poured up a duece i’m sippin on red
this 45 hit his neck, leave a n*gga in the street half dead
hit you [?] , i’m in the hood friday like craig
hop out send shots through your car door
pull up ss monte carlo, smoking dope laughing to wells fargo
dealing with a n*gga, his name ricardo
i’m in the h [?]
left that boy a mess, i dropped out of school f*ck a test
hit up my line, you can shop for less
wet a n*gga up like michael velps, geeked up on that red i done overslept
spent 500 on a snake gucci belt, did this sh*t by myself i don’t need no help
i’m in the hood thuggin with my hooligans
touch me once we can’t be cool again
you got a stick on you then shoot it b*tch
you say that you juggin show me what you doin then
100 a line n*gga, this a rich cup
don’t try to flex on me i don’t do sit ups
i done dropped a whole 4, got the hiccups
got your order, delivery or pickup
i’m smoking gelato i ain’t passing sh*t
i’m in a porsche pulling up quick
my new b*tch red n*gga like a [?]
i stay with the cough syrup like i’m sick
pull up to the spot, all you hear was flushing
signs of scales, they ain’t find nothing
just served me a n*gga i think his name justin
got both locked doors but i’m still clutching
i want them m’s no madagascar
driving the bentley truck, like a nascar
this micro draco turn you to a trackstar
you said that you on the block but you in the backyard
plugged in with my migo, named hector
my diamonds shining like a projector, spent 2500 on a gucci sweater
to tell a lil dumb b*tch were not together
b*tch my trackgame a1 clever
spin down your block and shoot whoever
i’m still kicking doors like where is the treasure
came in this b*tch ballin chris webber
pour up a 5 i’m perfect so i don’t measure
glock 27 sitting on my dresser
came in looking like a bird, no feathers
i got a little b*tch named heather
lil $horty the finesse professor
pull up drop top benz kompresser
blowing on cookie n*gga this that pressure
had to cut that lil b*tch off she to extra
[outro]
plugg!

- lil horty lyrics

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