Lyrics 3am in Brixton - Am

3am in Brixton

The cats need grub, I’m sortin' it out
Finesse the old plug, no talkin' it out (Finesse)
He just got shot, what you talkin' about?
And he ain’t got heart, he was pourin' it out (Ugh)
I just seen fools, no horses about (No horses)
You older man best start forking it out
I never coulda left that wap on E (Never)
I bucked the fuck boys and it jammed on me (Oh, man)
Protect my bros, that’s all I know
He got my vote like democracy
I can’t split words like apostrophe
But I split man’s head like a cocoa bean (Baow baow)
The 159 coulda took me London Dungeon but I went O that week (I went O)
My side ting love when I rap like Teeway, she didn’t even know that we go way
back (She don’t)
I don’t even know why I trust this slag, she holding this D like a rusty wap
Evidently, I’m the one you’re after, no BAFTA 'cause the boy don’t act (Don't
act)
Shotgun beef, tell a boy «Don't lack"and reach for that pump like an asthma
attack (Breathe)
My new ting love when I rap like Mally
No bally, but a man’s still diligent (Dudu, baow)
Brilliant, brilliant, new opp pack, headshot, get rid of it (Get rid of it)
And the corn impact is sickening (Ugh)
Ever seen a man get bun like cinnamon?
(Ugh)
Makes no difference, wheel it back, aim, hittin' him
Man don’t lack, stay vigilant (Vigilant)
Are you gonna bang?
They miffin' it (Miffin' it)
Of course they won’t (They won’t)
Now they gonna chat, ayy, idiots (Idiots)
I was on the iPhone juggin' it (Jugg, jugg)
Hands on the wap, start shubbin' it (Shub, shub it)
It’s fuckin' live, now I’m finna whip, whip, cookin' it
Fuckin' mental, teeth come dental (Ugh)
Gimme that petrol, bath in Dettol (Dudu)
Sting like metal, burn that kettle (Ayy, sting that)
Free all my dargs, burst that kennel (Burst it)
Don’t get grabbed tryna think you’re bad
When the four-doors pop, see a hundred man (Ugh)
Said two words and the boy just ran
And he left his arm when he left his…
Somethin' might drop 'cause the beef don’t stop
Finna slap man’s top 'cause he’s chattin' 'bout gang (Dudu)
Six-foot-one so you know it was man
And he left his arm when he left his…
Beat that corn, just do it and dash (Do it)
On a solo ting with a bolo wap (It's bolo)
Brixton Road, tryna shop and that
And he left his heart when he left his Dad (His Dad)
Left his heart when he left his Pops
Oh, shoot, he don’t give no fucks (No fucks)
How you gonna chat?
Said you got waps
Then you get catched, nothin' but dust (Dickhead)
Who’s that?
What’s that?
Lookin' all sus
Finna press that twice, in the .9, we trust (Dudu)
Had the 3 + 4 in the ride and stuff
And I can’t trust you when you’re hiding stuff (Mally)
3 a.m., I’m walkin' around
I heard my man’s been talk of the town (Who's my man?)
The cats need grub, I’m sortin' it out
Finesse the old plug, no talkin' it out (Ugh)
He just got shot, what you talkin' about?
(What you talkin' about?)
And he ain’t got heart, he was pourin' it out (He's pourin' it)
I just seen fools, no horses about (Pourin' it)
You older man best start forking it out (Better fork that)
3 a.m., I’m walkin' around (I'm walkin')
I heard my man’s been talk of the town (Who's my man?)
The cats need grub, I’m sortin' it out (Just wait, just wait)
Finesse the old plug, no talkin' it out (Ugh)
He just got shot, what you talkin' about?
(What you talkin' about?)
And he ain’t got heart, he was pourin' it out (He was pourin' it out)
I just seen fools, no horses about
You older man best start forking it out (Dududu)
Man don’t lack, stay vigilant
Are you gonna bang?
They miffin' it
Of course they won’t
Now they gonna chat, ayy, idiots
I was on the iPhone juggin' it
Hands on the wap, start shubbin' it
It’s fuckin' live, now I’m finna whip, whip, cookin' it