2AM. Lyrics

(Gotta Hop to it, if you really wanna slide)

(Only reals ones they gone ride for me)

(Got some niggas that would die for me)

(Gotta Hop to it, if you really wanna slide)

(Only reals ones they gone ride for me)

(Got some niggas that would die for me)

(Gotta Hop to it, if you really wanna slide)

(Only reals ones they gone ride for me)

(Got some niggas that would die for me)

(Gotta Hop to it, if you really wanna slide)

(Only reals ones they gone ride for me)

(Got some niggas that would die for me)

Pulling up

2am

Chance is slim

She say it's too late fa all that

Say you too great fa all that shit

Always late

But You know me

But love ain't free

It's too late fa all that

It's too late fa all that shit

You Been working out

Getting in shape

Stomach flat

But you gaining weight

Girl you temptation

Got it In the right places

Hit a right face

Remember you didn't go on dates

Don't make me nervous

I Rather keep it real with me than to keep it perfect

Buss it open, bend it backwards like I deserve it

Give it to me like servant, Im always working

For every fucking dollar comes a hater, Know they lurking

Done with bitches, like baby you the only person

They say they love me, but trusting on a different surface

Million dollar raps, they got me writing Shit in cursive

Hoodie in all black, I'm back, if this shit ain't working

Pulling up

2am

Chance is slim

She say it's too late fa all that

Say you too great fa all that shit

Always late

But You know me

But love ain't free

It's too late fa all that

It's too late fa all that shit

(Said no new friends over here, nah my niggas ain't having it)

(Swear these bitches can't touch me, I know that they be pitching fits)

(Toss the haters to the side, its to late fa all the friendly shit)

(Only real ones they gone ride, stay 10 toes down if you really with it)

I Won't romance it

Bad bitch think I'm fancy

I pull up just like I planed it

It's just me, baby don't panic

All them times you took fa granted

Tell em snap my candid

Must be outta breathe, the way these fuck niggas can't stand me

Run this shit, like I'm frantic

(From a different planet)

(Curve these hoes because they scandalous)

(Too much weight, these niggas can't handle it, uh)

(These niggas really can't manage)

These niggas low in traffic

Bad bitch taking advantage, only card thats dealing me damage

(Meanwhile)