It′s 3am West Coast time nigga

We at Fat Burger

Hood nigga rich shit gourmet burgersKnow what I'm talkin′ 'bout?

She pussy 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'tt feel it

Fell out with my partner, he mixed friendship with our business

Broke up with my bitch ′cause she was too much in her feelings

I may fuck her friend, fuck it, I may fuck her friend

Between me and you, I always wanted to fuck her friend

If I kill a hater, Lord you gotta forgive my sins

That's one fuck nigga 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 nigga starvin′

Hate to see nigga robbin′ they own people, shit, that's loyal

Bitch tryna give me the pussy 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 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 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 bitches be all on me, leave your phones at the door

You won't put me on no blog, once I fuck, you gotta go

3am ain′t nothin' open but IHOP

And a bitch 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 bitch 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