[Intro]
Ayo, Jug
3 A.M
Fucking 3 A.M

[Chorus]
I just rock that Raf for no reason
My bitch the perfect girl for conversation (Yeah), but I still get bored (Yeah), and then I end up leavin' (Yeah)
Don't push me too far away, 'cause if I go too far away, I might not come right back, I'm gettin' even-steven (Yeah)
You call me like, (What?) "Where you at at (What?) 3 A.M.?" (What?)
I'm MIA in LAX, (What?) I'm cool, (What?) and she just (What?) keeps on teasin' (Go)
Oh, you ain't know? I got timing on my side
I'm close to Amsterdam right now, like bitch, I'm right up in your region (Yes, sir)

[Verse 1]
I just turn over for no reason (What?)
She said you a sophomore, bitch I'm in my second season
Gotta put my jerseys in the rafters right now, DC fuckin' eatin'
I don't want that shit, he got Ghost Rider in him, he a fuckin' demon
I'm tryna tap, tap, tap, tryna adapt to my life without my cousins (Yeah)
In LA with my boys, I ain't been feelin' nothin'
My mind been fucking wit' me too, it's hot, I'm in the oven
See, I'm just a schizophrenic dude, I don't do the lovin' or fuckin', or cuffin'
But if we get it down, we can end up with something
If you got a pound, we can run it up, one hundred
I know something's going down, I can feel it in my stomach
[Refrain]
Got the trap house jumpin'
He a crash, he don't want it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma pass, I don't want it
Bitch got gas, she a runner (Yeah)
Do the dash on my opponents, whoa
I'm way too fast, no he don't want it (What?), got the trap house jumpin' (Go)
Bitch, I got that bag, I feel important
Dior house shoes when I walk around, these hoes imported
It's like I should've never loved you and that's why
Puttin' down your drugs too 'cause they don't get me high (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I just rock that Raf for no reason
My bitch the perfect girl for conversation, but I still get bored, and then I end up leavin' (Yeah, go)
Don't push me too far away, 'cause if I go too (Yeah, yeah) far away, I might not come right back, I'm gettin' even-steven (Go)
You call me like, "Where you at at 3 A.M.?" (Yeah)
I'm MIA in LAX, I'm cool and she just (Go) keeps on teasin' (Yeah)
Oh, you ain't know? I got timing on my side
I'm close to Amsterdam right now, like bitch, I'm right up in your region

[Verse 2]
Yeah, and it's all of me (What?)
I'm dead asleep right now, she tryna talk to me
But she didn't know that in my dreams I think it's better, no
I ain't tryna wake up next to you, I had to let her go (What?)
And I, I hate it when they try spending the night too soon
I don't want you layin' by my side (Go)
I know you're trying to live your fucking life, me too
Fuck it, I'ma have to let it fly
I count dough up with my shawtys, I feel so important
Back in the Mil' on 47th street, throw four up with my shorty
You know that we runnin' up that shit forever (I can't help it)
My n***as made it out that muddy weather (We don't give a fuck, yeah)
Talk to me with some sense, you know how I get when you use that attitude
But I'm so used to this shit, that's why I'm bulletproof
I never see your soul inside your eyes, look what they did to you
It depends what day of the week, but I swear to God that I've been missing you
Don't take my seat, I don't wanna dance
Just leave me alone with a hundred bands
Don't bury me in this town, I wanna die in France
Look at the fuckin' Eiffel Tower, that's a beautiful way to end
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
[Chorus]
I just rock that Raf for no reason (Woah)
My bitch the perfect girl for conversation, but I still get bored, and then I end up leavin'
Don't push me too far away, 'cause if I go too (Yeah, yeah) far away, I might not come right back, I'm gettin' even-steven (Go)
You call me like, "Where you at at 3 A.M.?"
I'm MIA in LAX, I'm cool and she just keeps on teasin'
Oh, you ain't know? I got timing on my side
I'm close to Amsterdam right now, like bitch, I'm right up in your region

[Refrain]
Got the trap house jumpin'
He a crash, he don't want it (Yeah)
I'ma pass, I don't want it
Bitch got gas, she a runner
Do the dash on my opponents, woah
I'm way too fast, no, he don't want it, got the trap house jumpin'
Bitch, I got that bag, I feel important
Dior house shoes when I walk around, these hoes imported
It's like I should've never loved you and that's why
Puttin' down your drugs too 'cause they don't get me high

[Outro]
(Rockstar)
Yeah, woah
Oh, yes, I'm feelin' this one, woah, woah
Rockstar
Donny!