Off Da Top(3am) (Explicit)

Written by：Mario Mims/Joshua Howard Luellen

It's 3am West Coast time ni**a

We at Fat Burger

Hood ni**a rich sh*t gourmet burgers

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout

She p**sy poppin' pocket watchin' they call her a thot

Bad credit cash it out fresh up off the lot

No back and forth yippin' yappin' niggas gettin' shot

10 million 20 acres that's the new spot

Flooded out my crib and told my dealer you the illest

Renegotiate my contract told my label I ain't feel it

Fell out with my partner he mixed friendship with our business

Broke up with my b**ch 'cause she was too much in her feelings

I may f**k her friend f**k it I may f**k her friend

Between me and you I always wanted to f**k her friend

If I kill a hater Lord you gotta forgive my sins

That's one f**k ni**a you ain't gotta worry about again

I'm forever thuggin' I ain't never changed

In plain colors but forever bangin'

Blowin' money but I'm maintainin'

Blowin' money but I'm maintainin'

I got a gamblin' problem but money can't really solve it

Tryna help all the real niggas hate to see a ni**a starvin'

Hate to see ni**a robbin' they own people sh*t that's loyal

B**ch tryna give me the p**sy for a Birkin bag I can't afford you

I grew listenin' to 2pac and that Biggie Jay Z and that Nas

No gimmick rappers these niggas had bars

Back when record labels turnin' real niggas into stars

Sendin' niggas to Mars nowadays the game done got hard

You get shot that make you hot

But where I'm from that make you start

Before I be a p**sy I'd rather rapper had the balls

I throw me some guns get myself a charge

Never see me do that I came too far to look back

I did too much to get help 20 mil in one year

100 grand in one night 50k on one flight

I've been trappin' my whole life

Ain't no secret I be thuggin' ain't no secret I be hustlin'

Pickin' loyalty over money money orders to my homies

Groupie b**ches be all on me leave your phones at the door

You won't put me on no blog once I f**k you gotta go

3am ain't nothin' open but IHOP

And a b**ch legs and my trap spot

I said 3am I'm trappin' at the IHOP

And I'm connected to the plug like a hotspot

I'm a grower we don't do droughts

Birds in the sky we call them iClouds

You know the birds fly down south

I took your b**ch to eat at Mr Chow's

I met the plug at Benihanahs

On hibachi grills eatin' rice and talkin' numbers

I don't do no middle men and I don't trust no runners

I'ma pay on time and I won't never take you under

I'm an OG d**e boy

I ain't nothin' like these youngins

I don't take the d**e I'm sellin'

I won't ever do no tellin'

Overnight my pack yeah we call that FedEx

I ship in the 18 wheeler and I ain't talkin' UPS