It's 3am West Coast time nigga

We at Fat Burger

Hood nigga rich shit gourmet burgers

Know what I'm talking about?



She pussy popping pocket watching

They call her a thot

Bad credit cash it out

Fresh up off the lot

No back and forth yipping yapping

Niggas getting 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 don't feel it

Fell out with my partner

He mixed friendship with our business

Broke up with my bitch

'Cuz 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 nigga you ain't gotta worry about again

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

In plain colors but forever banging

Blowing money but I'm maintaining

Blowing money but I'm maintaining

Got a gambling problem but [?]

Trying to help all the real niggas

Hate to see a nigga starving

Hate to see nigga robbing [?] that's loyal

Bitch trying to give me the pussy for a Birkin bag

I can't afford you

I grew listening to 2pac and that Biggie

Jay-z and that Nas

No gimmick niggas these rappers had bars

Back when record labels turned niggas into stars

Sending 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 pussy 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 here

20 mil in one year

100 grand in one night

50k in one flight

I've been trapping my whole life

Ain't no secret I be thuggin'

Ain't no secret I be hustlin'

Drinking [?] over money

Money orders to my homies

Groupie bitches 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 nothing open but IHOP

And a bitch legs, and my trap spot

I said 3am I'm trapping at the IHOP

And I'm connected to the plug like a hotspot

I'm a grower we don't do drought

Birds in the sky we call them IClouds

You know the birds fly down south

I took a bitch to eat at Mr. Chow's

I met the plug at Benihanahs

On hibachi grills eating rice and talking 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 [?]

I'm an OG dope boy

I ain't nothing like these youngins

I don't take the dope I'm selling

I won't ever do no telling

[?]

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