R2rcam - 3am in Dallas Lyrics

Cmon
I still rock these Jordan 1s and I don't keep them laced
I'm still the hardest nigga out, these pussy can't relate
With gang I never crossover, won't even hesitate
How much I made this f*cking year, I'm tryna calculate
You tryna hang, Emmit Till, not gon' spare that mane
F*ck that shit, you a pussy, I can tell that mane
It's like 3am in Dallas, and I'm still gon' drank
Pull like five racks out, she talm bout, "You out of pocket mane"
Yeah, you out of pocket mane, yeah (Yeah)
Hear that bass, know you hear that damn thump, yeah
I can't put your ass on, naw
They can't get me on no song, damn
Unless you throwing money, cuz these niggas ass, like thong
Shorty too bad, I told her "Just keep yo' ass home"
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (erghh)
I can't stop until it's stacked up to the top
Passing up on your box, I want yo' f*cking mop
Talking up out yo' top, my brother gon' swang the glock
You cuffing that nat luh bitch, we been ran a train on
Her
Cannot believe what I'm hearing (Damn)
They cannot believe what they seeing, I'm rocking Armani appearance (Fresh)
You could've got this at Sears (Cap)
You never seen this shit, you won't see it again for years
None of these niggas is better than me, I been doing this shit for years
You try to get to this level, you'd probably die up here
My car matte grey, cologne Montblanc
I hit for a ten, I do that a ton, ya dig?
If the next one clear, I can go on the run (wow)
F*ck that shit up nigga, talm bout the trust
Stuffing that boy in a box, I'm talm bout the lunch
Play with this shit over here, ain't no talking, we dump
I still rock these Jordan 1s and I don't keep them laced
I'm still the hardest nigga out, these pussy can't relate
With gang I never crossover, won't even hesitate
How much I made this f*cking year, I'm tryna calculate
Tryna hang, Emmit Till, not gon' spare that mane
F*ck that shit, you a pussy, I can tell that mane
It's like 3am in Dallas, and I'm still gon' drank
Pull like five racks out, she talm bout, "You out of pocket mane"