Yeah, 2:30 in the morning bitch, sippin' Faygo
They was talking', where did they go?
He was hating, what does he know?
Yeah I've been counting my bankroll while my bro hit em' with like cinco
Came a long way from that small child that was brought up by the Winco
Came a long way from that small child that was singing up by the window
I'm talkin' bout that Green Gables, fed-way told me how this shit goes
I cannot fuck with no old hoes that's trynna slide, that shit gross
Yeah, she trynna take all my lingo
Yeah, I got a drum like Ringo
Don't give a fuck bout' a grown man that's trynna hate, he a old fan
I'm finna slide on his daughter, bitch we got' fuck around to some slow jams
And in case he trynna' talk down, we gon' hit him up, make him slow dance
And in case he trynna' talk down, make another hit, get more bands
Yeah, more bands
Yeah, More money, more problems
More problems, get to it
Had to pick up the toolie
Had to pick up the four-five
Bro aim it at both eyes
Bitch I'm really swervin' on the I, gotta make sure that I'm on time
Praise up to the Most High
I don't give a fuck boutta co-sign
Trynna set me up, she on both sides
Got twin hoes, they could both ride
Got twin Glocks that's Max Payne
Told me I'm making her back ache
Spend it all and make it back, hey
That shit you dropping was trash, aye
Yeah, 2:30 in the morning bitch, sippin' Faygo
They was talking', where did they go?
He was hating, what does he know?
Yeah I've been counting my bankroll while my bro hit em' with like cinco
Came a long way from that small child that was brought up by the Winco
Came a long way from that small child that was singing up by the window
I'm talkin' bout that Green Gables, fed-way told me how this shit goes
I cannot fuck with no old hoes that's trynna slide, that shit gross
Yeah, she trynna take all my lingo
Yeah, I got a drum like Ringo
Don't give a fuck bout' a grown man that's trynna hate, he a old fan
I'm finna slide on his daughter, bitch we got' fuck around to some slow jams
And in case he trynna' talk down, we gon' hit him up, make him slow dance
And in case he trynna' talk down, make another hit, get more bands
I went shopping with the gang, we on Rodeo
Told me that she trynna hang, K if you say so
I'm not really trynna wife up, gotta lay low
Fucked up in the crib, that's how my day go
2:30 in the morning bitch, sippin' Faygo
They was talking', where did they go?
He was hating, what does he know?
Yeah I've been counting my bankroll while my bro hit em' with like cinco
Came a long way from that small child that was brought up by the Winco