3AM in the Yams (Original) Sugarhill Ddot

[Intro]
(You’re gonna end up dead, too)
Graah, graah, graah
Everything for Notti
Graah, graah, graah

[Chorus]
In Miami, walkin’ through the club
Got a baddie, she ready to fuck
Slide in the bed, she suckin’ me up (Graah)
Pour a deuce and a .8 in the cup (Graah-graah, boom)
She like, “Ddot, why you movin’ like that?”
Go to the mall and spend me a light pack (Graah)
Get whatever you want, I’ma swipe that
‘Cause lil’ baby, you know that I’m like that

[Verse]
Now, let’s talk on the facts
Tell these niggas go get them a bag
Big money, I could never do bad
For lil’ Notti, you know, I’ma blast (On bro)
Growin’ up, I ain’t really have shit
I was 13, totin’ the ratchet (No cap)
For lil’ Notti, we ball like Mavericks
Don’t forget that we make every basket (On bro)
Can’t take no breaks
Knew it was real when I bumped into Drake (For real)
Remember my teacher said that, “I won’t be great”
Look at me, now, I’m the face of the state
It wasn’t luck, nigga, it was faith
Look at this drip, it ain’t fake
’Member them times, got low from the jakes
Me and Notti on a chase (Graah)
Couple shots if they mention his name
Got all these demons that’s stuck on my brain (Everything for Notti)
Can’t wait til’ I cop me a chain
All of these niggas gon’ hate on the fame (On bro)
Late night, we stickin’ on Collins
Free all the bros that’s stuck on the island (Graah)
Free .30, he was just on timin’
In the stoley, we was really wildin’