2am in Fullerton Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tryna get her bag and then you lost it

Dealin' with your ass, it be exhaustin

Shawty steady on me and she callin

But she know the kids is steady ballin

I'm just in my zone flexin

Shawty wanna call and she on my phone textin

Every time I leave the house, I'm totin' on the weapon

And you know that Nina Lil', baby, is my best friend

Why you wanna do me wrong

Shawty steady callin' my phone, leave me alone

'Cause I don't got no time for these bitches

All about these riches, steady in my bag

And you know this shit is different now

And you steady wonderin' how

And it's gold up on me glistenin' now

Shawty piped up, pipe down

Real youngins is in the crowd right now

Like, why you playin' games with me

I done had a troubled heart since the age 13

Hittin' licks and runnin' up a couple of bands

I'm tryna make it on my own, but nobody understands me

Say that you love me, but ain't no love like family

Holdin' my head, yung macho man like Randy

But a yung boy still savage

The day my mama died, I don't even know what happened

Jumped out to Cali, still on the same thing trappin

That the same youngin' from 84, pistol packin', yeah

Ain't a damn thing changed, yeah

Still gon' ride for my brothers until they put me in a grave

It was me and G skurge Young Trouble, some misbehavin

After hittin' stains, it was back to Sammy basement

But the real hittas , they know

How the real street shit gon' go

And you livin' by the code and you can't tell, never know

How the real street shit gon' go