2am I'm making all this music
4am a nigga going through it, yeah
Shawty hit my line, I pressed decline, f*ck a bitch
Yeah. Yeah
So I stay down to my grind, I can't waste my tim
Your bitch hitting my line, so I'm hitting her from behind
Like a MC with this rap shit, y'all niggas stay on that cap shit
That's a fact
(Hold on lemme switch up my flow real quick... like shit)
Rooftop, chilling with the coupe popped
Shawty hit me up, she say? BABY YOU A COUPE THOT!
Swervin different lanes in these new Gucci tube socks
Swervin other lanes got the foreign looking too hot, damn
That's fasho though, got your bitch liking my photos
She f*ck with a young nigga, so I got to grab that flo though
2am I'm making all this music
4am a nigga going through it, yeah
I put my all in to this, ball till I fall, can't stall with the hits
Balls to the wall. Can't go far with a borrowed car like this
I planned to go hard, depression, and sorrow hit
Used to have it all, gave it to my Ex bitch
Left her, she was helpless, saying no regrets
With checks, and checks, and debt dealt with
At best, spraying a holy mess, with the Techs, in your chest
Lost your breath on the steps of your adolescence
6am I'm swerving different lanes, I'm moving slowly
Sippin on this lean to numb the pain, I'm finna OD
Crash the whip but it ain't no mustang
Sippin on that deuce
F*ck what he and she
And what, and you say
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2am I'm making all this music
4am a nigga going through it, yeah
Shawty hit my line, I pressed decline, f*ck a bitch
Yeah. Yeah
So I stay down to my grind, I can't waste my tim
Your bitch hitting my line, so I'm hitting her from behind
Like a MC with this rap shit, y'all niggas stay on that cap shit
That's a fact
(Hold on lemme switch up my flow real quick... like shit)
Rooftop, chilling with the coupe popped
Shawty hit me up, she say? BABY YOU A COUPE THOT!
Swervin different lanes in these new Gucci tube socks
Swervin other lanes got the foreign looking too hot, damn
That's fasho though, got your bitch liking my photos
She f*ck with a young nigga, so I got to grab that flo though
2am I'm making all this music
4am a nigga going through it, yeah
I put my all in to this, ball till I fall, can't stall with the hits
Balls to the wall. Can't go far with a borrowed car like this
I planned to go hard, depression, and sorrow hit
Used to have it all, gave it to my Ex bitch
Left her, she was helpless, saying no regrets
With checks, and checks, and debt dealt with
At best, spraying a holy mess, with the Techs, in your chest
Lost your breath on the steps of your adolescence
6am I'm swerving different lanes, I'm moving slowly
Sippin on this lean to numb the pain, I'm finna OD
Crash the whip but it ain't no mustang
Sippin on that deuce
F*ck what he and she
And what, and you say
4am a nigga going through it, yeah
Shawty hit my line, I pressed decline, f*ck a bitch
Yeah. Yeah
So I stay down to my grind, I can't waste my tim
Your bitch hitting my line, so I'm hitting her from behind
Like a MC with this rap shit, y'all niggas stay on that cap shit
That's a fact
(Hold on lemme switch up my flow real quick... like shit)
Rooftop, chilling with the coupe popped
Shawty hit me up, she say? BABY YOU A COUPE THOT!
Swervin different lanes in these new Gucci tube socks
Swervin other lanes got the foreign looking too hot, damn
That's fasho though, got your bitch liking my photos
She f*ck with a young nigga, so I got to grab that flo though
2am I'm making all this music
4am a nigga going through it, yeah
I put my all in to this, ball till I fall, can't stall with the hits
Balls to the wall. Can't go far with a borrowed car like this
I planned to go hard, depression, and sorrow hit
Used to have it all, gave it to my Ex bitch
Left her, she was helpless, saying no regrets
With checks, and checks, and debt dealt with
At best, spraying a holy mess, with the Techs, in your chest
Lost your breath on the steps of your adolescence
6am I'm swerving different lanes, I'm moving slowly
Sippin on this lean to numb the pain, I'm finna OD
Crash the whip but it ain't no mustang
Sippin on that deuce
F*ck what he and she
And what, and you say
Writer: Cameron Smith-Poe, Dee Nichols
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid