2AM Last Week ft. B. Lewie & FatRay100 Lyrics

Ayy, me and Lew kickin' shit, nigga, right on

Just made it out the city, tryna make it to the Clio

You don't know the feelin' when I make it out Ohio

Hammy in the kitchen with the right eye on

Real professional, cookin' dope with a tie on

Brody riding sixes, tryna dodge the potholes

But still a hit one, fucked around and bent one

New Forgiato rim, you gotta get one

You should see the fiend's face when that pit come

Auntie broke and she freaky, tryna lick sum'n

Get the fuck on auntie before I stick sum'n

Since a youngin', I knew I was about to turn up

We the ones that hit that small town and made it burn up

Unk the ice cream man, he tryna churn somethin'

Pull a nigga hoe card, like, what, I thought I heard somethin

They talkin', but they ain't makin' shit shake

I say, the nerve of you

See that Monte Carlo bend the block, they think the bird's comin

Ringin' off the corner till I'm up, is this the turnbuckle

Crash out, like they ain't hit the blinker when they turned on me

Disloyalty mean capital punishment

Hit my lil' two-step, then it's back to the hustlin

Put a lil' tax on it, get it back like the government

All my faith in legal tender, only backed by the government

In the hood by the motor, tryna grease my hand

Sent a text, but never saved it, baby, we ain't locked in

Even if you played the Buffy's, you can't see in my lens

On Palm Beach, in Palm Angels, with a B in my hands

What's up

Bitch, think she know it all, it's annoying me

Told the bouncer, I'm a Boss, bro, let go of me

Feel like Tyrese, bitch, what more do you want from me

Being broke, dead, roll that shit up in the Grabba leaf

Drive a cop car, go apply to the academy

Greet me on your knees, baby, treat me like your majesty

Body work of art, I should put you in a gallery

Baby daddy should've put you up

He ain't know no better, you don't know no better

Head good, pussy good, guess we go together

Pretty face, first place, need a gold medal

Got a crib big as a farm, but I'm a city boy

I'm too deep up in my duffle, feel like Titty Boy

Closet Avenue of fashion, it's like Livernois

Money, power, or respect, man, what you living for

They ain't have that shit online, I had to hit the store

I ain't trippin' on lil' mama, I got plenty more

Talk some money, we can kick it more

Talk some money, we can kick it