2AM (Freestyle) Lyrics

They ain't fucking up my game, cause I keep climbing up them stairs

And they keep fucking up my name, cause they keep closing up they ears

And I ain't closing up no wombs, nigga Big jokes, no Doom, nigga

Intake, don't zoom, nigga you ain't getting in the ride

You ain't fucking up the vibe, got em to jump 12 like Ja

I'ma go post bail like wow

They ain't found shit yet

They ain't found blicks yet

They ain't found nothing

Post up, get the rounds, jumpin'

Load up hit the ground, coming

Hit the ground, coming thumb in the paper

Had to put it up safe for later

I'm going back fast, calling me mater

But nigga, I still ain't your waiter

And nigga, that bitch ain't your mama

And I ain't putting up with drama

Left fast, I ain't taking this boat

She told me it's cold, you ain't getting this coat

This a new Monclisi

And bitch, you making this easy

I'm out in public, shopping around

You give me a text, you saying you seen me

This is the same girl who been giving me head

Fuck it, I left it on red

I told her homegirl go and get in her instead

Cause fuck it, I'm chilling in bed

And I'm high as a kite she came in mad, ready to fight

As long as when she suck my dick this little bitch don't try to bite

Cause I've been blowing up so fast these niggas wanna be my eye

I stand on top of fucking bags of questions niggas tryna ask

Fucking niggas wanna pop a bottle Put it in my tank

And I ain't been in jail but I still had to know to make a shank

Huh? What the fuck? Nigga, what the fuck you think?

I been in them trenches so long I ain't know about no bank

My mama taught me about the money and the bag

Cause if you got it in your hand then they can't trace without no skin

And if you put it in the mail then don't get comfy, it won't last

She started asking about my tags when she see that I ain't crashed