Off da Top (3am) by Yo Gotti

It’s 3am West Coast time n****
We at Fat Burger
Hood n**** rich s*** gourmet burgers
Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?

She p**** poppin, pocket watchin’, they call her a thot
Bad credit, cash it out, fresh up off the lot
No back and forth, yippin’, yappin’, n***** 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’tt feel it
Fell out with my partner, he mixed friendship with our business
Broke up with my b**** ’cause she was too much in her feelings
I may f*** her friend, f*** it, I may f*** her friend
Between me and you, I always wanted to f*** her friend
If I kill a hater, Lord you gotta forgive my sins
That’s one f*** n**** 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 n*****, hate to see a n**** starvin’
Hate to see n**** robbin’ they own people, s***, that’s loyal
B**** tryna give me the p**** 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 n***** had bars
Back when record labels turnin’ real n***** into stars
Sendin’ n***** 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****, 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****** be all on me, leave your phones at the door
You won’t put me on no blog, once I f***, you gotta go

3am ain’t nothin’ open but IHOP
And a b**** 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**** 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 dope boy
I ain’t nothin’ like these youngins
I don’t take the dope 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

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