2am

I’m in the lobby
I’m with my posse
Fucking bad bitches my hobby
Shaking and baking
Like Ricky Bobby
Came from the bottom now she wanna get all on top me
You cannot stop me
I made a wave
Now they gon ride me and jock me
Slipping and sliding
Drip like Poseidon
All of my diamonds on hockey

I heard them lil boys talking
He wanna rob me
He need the army
I stay with my dawgs
Yeah I keep a rod
Like my middle name was Rodney

I just be cheffing in the kitchen
Why they tripping
Cause I took they bitches
Prolly get up in they bitches britches
Then I kick her out cause I don’t wanna kick it

If you is tripping
Ain’t bout your business
Then I cannot do no topics
I cannot worry about no women cause these lil bitches mean nada

I don’t do track but if it’s bout a bag then you know I’m gon run it up
All of my blunts lookin chunky they double stuffed
I just get commas on commas I fuck it up
I’m with the gang and you know we gon fuck it up

All of my woadies they all on my team
I’m with some animals ready to eat
I’m in the field like I laced up my
cleats
All of my niggas got the biscuit on em when we riding yeah we ridin with the heat
Yuh
Whole gang throwin W’s Up winning know no defeat
Yuh

All of these women they calling my phone they won’t leave me alone
All of my woadies they road running get the bag on the road
All of my partners is self sufficient get the bag on they own
All my homies probably creeping with your bitches when you not home
Ay
Ay

I’m on a ride
I’m on a ride
I got the way
Yuh
I got a mission
I’m gonna get it
Get out my way
yuh
I’m chasing a bag
Chasing a check
I’m tryna get paid
Yuh
You was out partying
I’m with your bitch
I’m getting laid
Yuh
I get the money
Tell a trick see you later
I get them honeys
Any pick any flavor
They wanna stop me
They ain’t like me I remember
But we get it popping
Turn your block up

Just got off the phone with my brother I called him and told him that we gon be straight
Told em we came from that muddy the weather get murky I promise I’m gon make a way
I made a way to the feast cause the hungry gon eat but you not up with me no you not with the gang
They tell you they love you when they used to hate you but I know hate and love is never the same

Used to be running back dropped out of that started running packs told my momma imma ball
I feel like wintertime right around dinner time cause they tryna put my back on the wall

I’m back on the wall
And they praying I fall
I did this all for my dawgs
Been through it all
I go for it all
You know this all for my dawgs

They tried to get to me
All of my friends turned to enemies
All of my demons they friends with me
I need a crib and a Bentley B
You tryna hang with some ratchets
My roadies keep ratchets but they not mechanics no
I cannot stop cause I know I’m gon pop and my old hoes gon be the maddest hoes
Yeah

I been the flyest I’m high as your highness I fuck with your bitch put a car on my wrist and I’m back off the shits and I just hit a lick with no mask and no shit
Yuh
All of my woadie they savages all of my bitches they bad and they want no attachments all of my gang they gon hop on the plane with no baggage’s coppin that shit when we land in it
Yuh
Coppin it droppin it hitting your bitch and I’m popping her dropping her off
I want that Louis on Louis my alligator no it’s never Lacoste
I jus go hop on the store and we grabbing that shit we don’t ask what the cost
Yuh
And lil shawty gave me neck neck cause she know a young Nigga bossed up