2AM ft. noah. Lyrics

Hit the plug

Got him out of stock now she outa luck

When she buy from me, she gonna show me love

For a quick percent, she gotta quick and suck

Step no bug

Got a chain no tuck

When she ride or die I'm gonna Benz the truck

Roll the dice when my poker's up

Bet on black when the card's my luck

Okay

Talk to me block for me, I'm on

Run for me walk for me, I'm gone

Walking on me I'm blocking on me

I'm talking like I'm

Packing the weed I'm killing the beat

I'm lost

You talking like you own a bad bitch

I tell you now before you're mad and you take hits

I take notes if you ghost write your own shit

Got a 3 0 fucking wid your own clip

2 On the clock

2 In my bed

2 On my cock

2 Off my head

2 On the go but we playing instead

2 On the throw I move onto the next

1 In the back

1 In the front

1 In her eyes I can't tell what she wants

1 In the dm and 1 but I see him with her

And she's giving him all that he wants

Stretchy like Mrs Incredible

I'm off an edible

Gummy identical

Fucking regrettable

Jake and it's federal

My rack ain't spendable

Doc with a medical

Cards like humanity

Losing my sanity

Newton and gravity

Lack Personality

I'm feeling panicky

Fuck rationality

Praise God

Like we Christianity

It's 2AM

I'm calling again

I'm calling again

Why you pass to your friend

Don't even pretend

The roads they end

I'm calling again

Yeah I'm calling a

Oh wait I'm stuck

Give her no head cause she outa luck

Cuffing the tux

Flying on Emirates, flying deluxe

Half ass like a semi

Skimming when I'm shooting like John F. Kennedy

Yeah ay

Ripping beats like Kenny

More complex with the God like Demi

She said too fast

Predicting the winning yeah

Like a forecast

Hey Ya! Outkast

I call her my Mrs, she calling me Jackson

Yeah

She wanna come

Playing like Fender we bouta go strum

Yeah ay

Drop it like bomb

Dunkin' like donuts I'm shooting, Lebron

Hit it again

I want the smoke

Piping it up

Like I'm piping the most

Blowing it up

Like I might be the GOAT

She gon be blowing

So let's raise a toast

Raise a glass

She gon be throwing it back like her ass

Ay hit it

Blast from the past

Shawty a quickie, this never gon last

Backing it up like a baddie yuh

Shaking it up like a Maccie yuh

Throwing it back like she might be the one

Too hot to handle can't manage yuh

I'm gonna fuck her

Hit it and leave

I'm gonna choke her

Shawty can't breathe

Eye to eye

You to me

Calling her up

To link and skeeeeeeeeeet

It's 2AM

I'm calling again

I'm calling again

Why you pass to your friend

Don't even pretend

The roads they end

I'm calling again

Yeah I'm calling again