lastsongsleshxt ft. D R & G Chapo Lyrics

2AM, I'm gone off two cause that's my mood

Said she having feelings that's nothing new

Taught lil journey how to give me 5

Try have her a mill by the age of 5

Nose feeling stuffy why I sell my line

Brodie kept control swerving through them Lanes

10-piece serve the block like 3-piece

My bitch look good in 2-piece

Hibachi not a 3-piece

Only call me if you need me

Lil shorty got that Fiji but she too needy

Phil in the backseat, blowin' trees, atleast 2G's

Of exotic

I'm high, and I never felt this high

Two lines in the Fanta Grape this time

I'm high, I'm fried

County high, and I never felt this high

Two lines in the Fanta Grape this time

Mob ties, locked together like the mob guys

On my side, sneaky with me let a hundred fly

Okay, I put my pride aside for once

Broke up been potent since

She signed the dotted line for love

Double back and ate my kids

I can't even lie, I say I won't

Bro, ain't even seen a mill yet

Ain't drop a dime I can't go for nothin'

They solid, and it's still that

Yeah

Bro pour the wock out in public

Yeah, the green be the top of discussion

I fuck pull her hair

Now she wilding and cussin'

Try and sell me a dream

Shorty think that I'm green

But I know that you fucking my brother

I'm on point to a T

I ain't trippin' off tweets, so you cryin' and Blocking my number

Want designer and drip go fuck up some Commas

Fall in love for a week and go cry to your Momma

I got it, I get it, I'm just tryin' to punish

Is it 2 am or you really think love in the air

You can't play me for love

I play out the central player

I ain't faded enough

You must have gone your way

I'm high and I never felt this high

Two lines in the slushie

Yea this time

Sipping on truss but I wish it was act

Deep in her feelings, she just want me to hit

She said, I don't like it, so I hit it from the back

Off of that cup had knocked in the back

Yeah, I'm jammin', been high for about two days

Catch a flight, I'll be out on the PJ

On the island, been missin' for three days

Pour a deuce in my cup

Got me too fade

Throw a P hit me back in about two days

Try to run off, I hit at your toupee

Holdin' her mouth like a tooth ache

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Throw you a P have you back

I'm about two days

Bro just set up shop, can seal the deal

Try to talk that talk, but he kill forreal

Head so fire, can't steer the wheel

Had the head four times, she feel the pill

PG pour up wocky

Pour two eights in the L it's shocking

Pussy boys can never block me

I'm high and I never felt this high

Two lines in the slushie yeah this time

Me and Brody been locked together

Wutang

Throwing up four, that's just how it is

The clouds are high, that's just where I been

That's just where I been

That's just how it is

Man, that's just how it is