2am In Tacoma ft. Big Sad 1900 Lyrics

3 Bad bitches coming with me to the room

2 Ugly friends hell nah I can't make room

150 In the corvette watch me zoom

We the mob play them games and make the news

I got bows in the trunk of the acura I got a move

With Spanish bitch prolly eating some wagyu

I'd give her anything but a kiss and some racks too

Nigga 550 with the curtains ooh ooooh

Perky with the lean mixing it while I'm on collins

Fucking college hoes but I ain't never went to college

Heard about the gang the murder rate we get it popping

Had to take trip from Portland I'm out to Stockton

Up in Saks fifth money falling out my pockets

Aye 700 horsepower this bitch feel like a rocket

I went to Ruth Chris snuck in my pocket rocket

I had to cut my bitch off she was getting too toxic

I know I sip too much you know I gotta stop it

I'm high I fell off in this bitch off some hibachi

Landed in Miami tryna make a play with poppy

She wanna get high I got cocaine and Roxy

She ask about my cup hell nah take a Molly

Aye my bitch just broke a nigga for some BTC

And my niggas still eating off that PPP

Pull up to the hood we serve in front the police

And she wanna be my bitch she gotta show me

Gang member dropped out of school but my pockets swole

If I got problem then I'm coming to your front door

I just met up with bro in Tacoma about to pour a 4

I just made 20 out the bitch and she from Mexico

I ran up 50 in that kia till the engine blew

And them boys ain't stopping shit we get them bags through

We toast our cups whenever baby bring that bag through

I want the wraith but for now the 550 will do