1800 AFTER 2AM Lyrics

It's funny 'cause I heard what they said but their raps don't match and they gotta bunch Of garbage on a hard drive

Had to hit my girl last week like baby you sweet but I am not yours and you are not mine

It's the truth, can't stop calling 'cause she know I beat it beat it like a drumline

G and Caleb in the coupe, those my brothers like my momma kids yeah like we share The same bloodline

And I ain't stingy with my pieces I be throwin' up the oop like the NBA Combine

More swagger than the NBA combined

It's mister give your new boyfriend a tough time

Not a genie but I think she wanna rub my...

I drop 50 on a rough night, Steph Curry from the half I'ma have my teeth showing like a Tough guyTWhat it look like?

I told you I was tryna drink less

So why the fuck we getting mixers at a QuickChek?

1800, she just here for the weekend

Tryna make some money for a silk press, big deal

Here's a couple dollars for the kids meal

Leave 'em at the crib, I got dick for your thick rear

She callin' for a riot, think it's gonna be a big year

Glenny hit the celly, so I spin wheel

I'm in the her cookie like I'm looking for my fortune

Fingers in her mouth, how gorgeous

My new lil bitch from New Orleans, she only like Weezy and Soulja

But frankly I'm just tryna be in her ocean, no bullshit

Eat the pussy like frozen pizza

Mister rap without emotion, Bert Jesus

Make her wet through the goddamn speakers