Текст песни 2 AM Freestyle - CincoTheFlexGod

When i'm off them shrooms baby
When i'm off them shrooms baby
When i'm off them shrooms baby
When i'm off them shrooms baby

I just got this lil hoe number, call me maybe
Got that yoppa' on me, passed it to my baby
She might pop it if you keep on talking crazy
I need big racks like my name was Jay-Z, oh yeah
Might pop a nigga at the varsity like i'm Lil Durk
Head first in the coochie when she finna' squirt
Keep on playing, you might end up in the fucking dirt
But it won't even hurt
Hop in the whip with the curtains

Nigga better wait your turn
When I run up the racks it burn
I know your pockets is hurting
I know my bitch got a birkin
I put some racks in her birkin
Then I told her to beat it, no jergens
I'm smart with the guap, yeah i'm nerdy
Im clutching the glock cause im nervous (Oh yeah!)
Like the way that you move
When it's us in the room
and we both off the shrooms
And we stare at the moon
You can check my neck baby, got Lake Lagoon
Got lots of goons
Nigga meet they doom
Nigga hear that boom
Don't come in this room
Can't handle these fumes
I'm stoned like tombs
My coupe go zoom
I'm off a strong tab, I ain't felt the same since noon
Oh yeah, do the digital dash
Rolled a honeyberry wood cause' I don't like to visit the past
Big booty bitch said she wanna hit of the gas
Had to ask her is she finna let me hit on that ass, oh yeah
Check the pinky diamond (Lil $torm)
Think i'm big timing (Lil $torm)
How the fuck you find me (Lil $torm)
I'm like "damn son"
I don't fuck with none these niggas, take em' for ransom
I just took his bitch cause' she said i'm handsome
And i'm wealthy
I'm with real deal slimes and they stealthy
I got karats in my neck bitch i'm healthy
I was wondering what lil baby had to tell me
I like diamonds and the racks
Ya' shmell me
And I never gave a F, so they expelled me
(Ya Digg!)
I can't even blame you cause' you fell for me
I put these diamonds on because it's hot as hell to me
I can't do no cuffing baby, you can't take me to jail
Ever since I got that love letter, I ain't been checking the mail
I don't fuck with none these niggas, how the fuck you can't tell
I told that bitch we can 69, I hope to God she don't tell
Go outside lil boy, I think you got a pack in the mail
It's a horse's head
Tried to tell you lil niggas, better not play with my bread
Gas all in my lungs
Beat her like a drum
Chew em' out like gum
If you wanna play just know my slimes is going dumb
Unless you was talkin' about first place, lil boy im not the one

I just got this lil hoe number, call me maybe
Got that yoppa' on me, passed it to my baby
She might pop it if you keep on talking crazy
I need big racks like my name was Jay-Z, oh yeah
Might pop a nigga at the varsity like i'm Lil Durk
Head first in the coochie when she finna' squirt
Keep on playing, you might end up in the fucking dirt
But it won't even hurt
Hop in the whip with the curtains