[Verse]

[Sinatra]

Three o clock and I just got home it was bunkin in the trap

I'm clockin in i'm puttin in work

I fucked all her friends she sayin she hurt

Asked for a half he gave me a third bitch nigga

I'm workin i'm workin i'm workin

Servin and flippin twins with a thirty

Tryna make thirty bands and sit perfect

Niggas flexin like they ain't suburban

And false urban legends ain't gon fuckin hurt me

Call me on my fuckin..nevermind dial your bitch number

She out runnin plays while i'm in a deep slumber

On your side of the bed breakin bread with ya mama

Young nigga with ya sista holdin my kid and my burner

[Chorus]

[GAHM]

Three o clock and I just got home shit was bunkin in the trap

A couple rocks and a pyrex pot gonna put me on the map

Three o clock and I just got home shit was bunkin in the trap

A couple rocks and a pyrex pot gonna put me on the map

Three o clock and I just got home shit was bunkin in the trap

A couple rocks and a pyrex pot gonna put me on the map