2HRS LATE ft. SHEWANTAARON Lyrics

Imma cop me a Uris all cash mail the slip

You need the addy

I'll send you the zip

Fye in the bag shoot this bitch off the hip

Might spin on the block everyday

Let it rip

Pour me some more it's the hen imma sip

Booked me a flight I might cancel the trip

The world is yours

Read that shit off the blimp

Imma smooth talker I move like a pimp

I ain't talking bout owls

But I picked up a drake

Sell her some dreams

Tell a lie to her face

I'm at the crib tryna hunch on a play

Posed to been in the Stu

I was two hours late

Ball with this green

Ima feel like grape

Coach of the team

So you know I don't play

Niggas they mad trying to keep up with me

They always in last

And I'm always first place

Foot on the gas

Imma get out the state

Mill on a platter

No need for no plate

Broke her lil heart when I laughed in her face

All this cash on the ground someone give me a rake

She do this and that

She don't get nun back

The shit that she do the love is one way

And Ratta tat tat

Better get the fuck back

Yea Hunnid round neef

Make him get out way

He turnt to a veggie

I make him lose weight

She all on my line

Trying to see who do I date

She got my location

She ask where I'm at

Ima still say home (Why)

Just to be safe

Let's go on a run

Keep up with my pace

I want a phantom

Give Moma a wraith

Imma go up

Cause it's stuck when it's up

And you know when it's up

I can't go down no way

He tryna scuffle

I'm shooting at the fray

I like her body

She thicker than clay

She FaceTime me

Every week of the day

Lay up with yo hoe

I shoot and fillay

Ain't no hero not saving the day

Hoe I can't fall imma pro on the crate

I'm in the yo wit all of this bread

Yea I'm so hot swear to God it make bake

Imma cop me a Uris all cash mail the slip

You need the addy

I'll send you the zip

Fye in the bag shoot this bitch off the hip

Might spin on the block everyday

Let it rip

Pour me some more it's the hen imma sip

Booked me a flight I might cancel the trip

The world is yours

Read that shit off the blimp

Imma smooth talker I move like a pimp

I ain't talking bout owls

But I picked up a drake

Sell her some dreams

Tell a lie to her face

I'm at the crib tryna hunch on a play

Posed to been in the Stu

I was two hours late

Ball with this green

Ima feel like grape

Coach of the team

So you know I don't play

Niggas they mad trying to keep up with me

They always in last

And I'm always first place

I'm always first place

No, this shit ain't no race

I was two hours late

I was hitting your bae

Anytime of the day

You don't know what to say

We ain't speaking nigga Wealthy Children on the ski mask

Louie bag in the back on the e-way doing the dash

Stick long like Drum Major mace

Breaking this shit like I just pushed a vase

Your gang falling like them motherfucking crates

Just sold this nigga a half of bag of some shake

Drop down yea we pushing up late

If we don't get em he living by faith

If you a rat then imma snake

Imma die bout this mf cake

Imma cop me a Uris all cash mail the slip

You need the addy

I'll send you the zip

Fye in the bag shoot this bitch off the hip

Might spin on the block everyday

Let it rip

Pour me some more it's the hen imma sip

Booked me a flight I might cancel the trip

The world is yours

Read that shit off the blimp

Imma smooth talker I move like a pimp

I ain't talking bout owls

But I picked up a drake

Sell her some dreams

Tell a lie to her face

I'm at the crib tryna hunch on a play

Posed to been in the Stu

I was two hours late

Ball with this green

Ima feel like grape

Coach of the team

So you know I don't play

Niggas they mad trying to keep up with me

They always in last

And I'm always first place