3AM In Brum

3AM In Brum Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, me no rap around this year ya know
Look

[Verse 1]
Here comes the “Big baddie” (woo)
Big bars, big talent, you’re invalid
Big bank, big balance, got a big batty (woo, woo)
Flows hot, it’s in Cali and it’s static (yeah)
I don’t need a Big Daddy (haha)
Man, it’s 20-L-teen and I’m back and full of force (yeah)
You don’t wanna go there like there’s acid on the floor
Man you couldn’t get it patterned even if you had it drawn (woo, woo)
Got ’em all stressed out like they’re battling divorce, huh

[Verse 2]
And it’s hard you was at the altar
You thought you’d embark on it for the culture (hah)
You started it likkle rodent
They light as a feather Wingardium Leviosa (woo, woo)
And if you do not want to hear the truth do not war with her (nah)
Think ya bad because you got a tool she turn to carpenter (woo)
Watch me nuh
Knocking down your crew like a domino (yeah)
Do not holla me or follow me
Block me off Twitter, cha

[Pre-Chorus]
They don’t want no drama na (Na)
Mi ah guh send ’em to the corner shop (He-he-he)
Your new ting looks like Aunty Barbara

[Chorus]
Flows are bullets du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (Blow!)
Du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (woo)
Flows are bullets du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (Blow!)
Du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (woo)
Flows are bullets du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (Brrr!)

[Verse 3]
It’ll leave Italy ya body in Venice no Italia
Yeah I got a link to couple G’s in Somalia (yeah)
Talking all these straps oh baby please buy a guitar for ya (yeah)
Go over their heads for man
It will get on top for ya, it’ alot for ya (woo)
I’ll be waiting in the parking lot for ya
Four rings in the whip I will send the car to ya, clarter ya (woo)
Leave ’em leaning like a drunk in mardi gras
I’m too hot for ya, lava ya, then say tarrah ta ya

[Verse 4]
Couple gyal started with me, I’ll finish off for ya (yeah)
I just keep sending them love that’s a heart attack
I will snatch a wig, you’ll catch a fade, I’ll have to barber her
Say it with your chest, I’ll unhook the bra for ya (woo)
Rattatata to ya with ya weak excursion
When there’s trouble you desert, you’s a cheesecake person (yeah)
Now I got ’em shaking in their boots, believe they twerking
You’s a clone of me (woo), you the Btech version, look

[Pre-Chorus]
Nah they don’t want no drama, nuh (Nuh, nuh, nuhh)
Mi ah guh send ’em to the corner shop (Yeah-yeah)
Your new ting looks like Aunty Barbara

[Chorus]
Flows are bullets du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (Blow!)
Du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (woo)
Flows are bullets du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (Blow!)
Du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (woo)
Flows are bullets du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (Brrr!)

[Outro]
Hit up all ah ya
Mi ah guh hit up all ah ya
Hit up all ah ya
I’m one in a million like all ah ya