3AM in the Yams Sugarhill Ddot (Ft. Luh Tyler)

[Intro: Sugarhill Ddot]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah (You're gonna end up dead too)
Everything for Notti
Grrah, grrah, grrah (Yo, Lucas, you heard?)

[Chorus: Sugarhill Ddot]
In Miami, walkin' through the club
Got a baddie, she ready to fuck
Slide in the bed, she suckin' me up (Grrah)
Pour a deuce or a 8 in the cup (Grrah, grrah, boom)
She like, "Ddot, why you movin' like that?
Go to the mall and spend me a light pack" (Grrah)
Get whatever you want, I'ma swipe that
'Cause, lil' baby, you know that I'm like that (Shh)

[Verse 1: Sugarhill Ddot]
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 thirteen totin' the ratchet (No cap)
For lil' Notti, we ball like the 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 (Shh)
Remember my teacher said I won't be great
Look at me now, I'm the face of the state
It wasn't luck, nigga, it was faith (Grrah)
Look at this drip, it ain't fake (On bro)
'Member them times, got low from the jakes
Me and Notti on a chase (Grrah, grrah)
Couple shots if they mention his name
Got all these demons that's stuck in 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 (Free the guys)
Free 30, he was just on timin'
In the stoleys, we was really wildin'