2:52 in Atlanta Video (MV)

(F*ck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit

It's 3 in the morning, I just poured a three up
The advance check from the label how I re-up
They hit him close range with a switch from his knees up
Don't let no rookie get the stick, he gon' freeze up
When the pressure on
I'm finna beat the bitch down off the dresser, though
Man, this bitch strong as f*ck, we start wrestlin', bro
She told me if I lose her, I'd never get no neck no more
I did a special move, her neck done broke
Rub it on my gums, let me test it, though
200K, this ain't a chain, it's a necklace, bro
Five hundred racks for my second show
Hundred shots, got the titties out like a naked ho
We got the Glock in the club, how the hell you know?
They pat the whole gang down, but they let me through
Your baby daddy sayin' he an opp, oh, I never knew
I never knew that shit
Just put a nigga six feet in the ground, he was seven-two
Oh, your daughter almost ate my son, seven too
Eight thousand for a pint of red, somethin' you'll never do
Blood'll squirt out your head too, so I ain't scared of you
Told Wayne to bring the mic' to me, put the chair to use
Right now I'm rappin' in the mansion, I just left the booth
I got a f*cked-up schedule, I got a bunch of dog shit, I got leverage too
I got a Cadillac, I got a Chevy too
I got a white Patek, I got a presi' too
I got a Benz truck, I got a Tesla too
I got a Glock, but I ain't scared to put hands to use
I got an old lady still get red, but won't sell the juice
You just poured a one up, and I just spilled the deuce
That's your real blood? He got killed for you
He even sacrificed his baby mama, they killed her too
Slapped her with the heat and chipped her tooth
Forty-thousand-dollar outfit, it's a miracle
Told bae, "F*ck a steak, I want cereal"
And I stay with a lil' dog like Muriel
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no drink, I ain't hearin' you
He ain't got no lean belly, that's what beer do
He had a lil' beard, they shot his mustache out
I made this lil' shit today, you brought your stash out
I just drunk an eight straight, I'm finna pass out
F*ck around and OD, but I woke up, it was some glass around
Okay, I feel better, it's some Act' now
Ten thousand pills in here, this is a Zach house
Went in my book bag, whipped gaffle out
I don't really shoot shit, this what I rap about
One day, I had no dope, broke a cracker down
Put it in the sandwich bag, went to my cracker house
Everybody gotta eat in here, this the smacker house
I just put a trap down, tryna catch a mouse
The B-O-P f*cked up when they let me out
I just caught this petty nigga tryna stretch an ounce
Copped a hundred pints from a real plug, but the check bounced
I just smoked some real weed, I want some neck now
I drunk every purple lean, I want Tech now
I'll get to talkin' shit all day, and I won't sit down
Let me guess, you got every pair of Ricks now
You got a quarter million dollars worth of cars at a little house
Five thousand square feet, this the little house
Nah, I ain't cheap, it's a big amount
He shot so many motherf*ckin' times, the trigger came off
Auntie said I can keep the bottle, rip her name off