Hittman - 1 AM lyrics

[Produced by Metro Boomin] [Intro] YG: Alright, come whoop me n***a, I'm right here n***a Bang my line when you know what's up Unnamed Caller: Fo sho, alright [Verse 1] It was 1 in the mornin' and I was up yawnin' Moms asked where I'm goin', to the hood if you ain't knowin' Pops locked up so mama couldn't stop me I was out the house, ASAP Rocky And it wasn't cause she couldn't control us We was her babies, she just wanted to hold us And we ain't get disciplined, her friend started whisperin' About how she was a bad mama, mama said "f** 'em then" I was in the streets stylin', nobody could tell me nothin' Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin I was buzzin' f**in' all these hoes wearing no condoms, no nothin' I used to ditch school when the homie had the Chevy I used to sneak and smoke stress weed [Hook] But now I'm rollin' on dubs How you feel, whooptie woop, n***a, what? Now I'm rollin' on dubs How you feel, whooptie woop, n***a, what? All these hoes showin' love How you feel, whooptie woop, n***a, what? All these hoes showin' love How you feel, whooptie woop, n***a, what? [Verse 2] SKKKRRRT, I was on a mission On a mission to the money, sun down till it sunny Know my family love me Ridin' in the car with two n***as and a pistol This ain't funny, I do it all for the money, hold up Slowly as I pull up to the donut stand, I already know the plan Hop out and get on your mans and take what he got Go through pockets, wallets and socks, dig all the knots It's a stick-up, phone ring, it's my mama In the middle of some drama, so I don't pick up Thinking I gotta get my sh** up, I gotta pick my b**h up Let's hurry up and leave, I feel the police near us So we left with a thousand dollars cash It was me and my n***a, so you know I went half Then sh** get real when n***as get greedy Pop, pop, pop, pow, that's when he leave me