2 AM ft. BBR Lyrics

Yeah, I'm on the west, 2am I'm writing this and twisting up my dreads

You think I'm stressing bout her, come on bitch I'm stressing bout a test

The kind of quiz that make you rich or just a piggies last arrest

This bitch is nervous, she's like fuck it, let's get jiggy in my dress

I hit the box and grab the box, another job, I don't get rest

And if I gotta blast away, like load the clip and let it spray

I get away before this situation turns into a mess

Back in the mode, grabbin' a phone, transfer dough

Go, go,

Bitches walkin' in single file like semi-auto

It used to be YOLO, but get some more, is my new motto

Trash is an understatement, your last shit was just awful

This beat smooth, the kind of groove and rhythm that I decimate

I drip on a tracker, take a few hours for it to dissipate

At the same time, the flow go right into it's molten state

Catch me in LA all the way to the fuckin' Golden Gate Bay

Yeah, bae, don't call me that, Reese is fine, this ain't even a date

A little steak, a little wine, and now you knockin' every day

He outta line, and that is why his ass got dropped into a lake

Before that shit, he rolled a blunt, it was so fucked you couldn't light it

Didn't like my sound, but at the same time was tryna bite it

Made a shawty mac and cheese, paint her like a masterpiece

I guess he didn't like her, this nigga didn't even try to fight it

But now, I'm on the west

2am, I'm writing this and twisting up my dreads

She think I'm stressing bout her, come on bitch, I'm stressing bout a test

The kind of quiz that make you rich, or just a piggy's last arrest

This bitch is nervous, she's like, fuck it, let's get jiggy in my dress

I hit the box and grab the box, another job, I don't get rest

And if I gotta blast away, light both a clip and let it spray

I get away before the situation turns into a mess