Skinny Mir - 2AM No Notes Lyrics

What, uh, what, yeah, yeah, what, yeah,
This shit like a fast-ass video game, uh, yeah
Finna drop that bag off to my lil' broski
Shorty finna f*ck this shit, don't even f*ckin' know me
Show a lil' guap and look at how these bitches Joe me
Yeah, I'm nonchalant, but I'll never let you hoe me, never let you play me
I told all them hoes, shake somethin' like Da Baby
White bitch look like Carly Rae and she shady
She gave me her number, told her I'm a call her maybe
Got a crazy bitch that hate it when I call her crazy
How you broke and you know it and you still f*ckin' lazy
I can do whatever and she still gonna chase me
Niggas on the team and they still tryna race me
I can still drip out Macy's man, that's how this shit go
Niggas left quick when this shit was goin' slow
You'll never catch me crash out by the hoe, give a f*ck about a bitch
You can't come around unless you f*ck with the clique on my broskis
I was f*ckin' with your bitch on the lowskis
Blicky hippie and this shit hella pokey
No weed go the waste past the roachie
No phones, I don't want no one to post me
Won't text so the bitch can't ghost me
I'm fried so the room movin' slowly
I be drippin' in this bitch like a slow leak
I'm in everybody's caption, niggas quote me
Thick bitch on my lap and I'm bony
Run through hella weed, hella stony
Lil' bitch ride dick like a-
Yeah, like a what
Come through sharp, nigga, I'm a leave a cut
Bitch, turn me off, man, I couldn't even nut
You ain't talkin' money, nigga, keep your mouth shut
Yeah, don't speak
Lil' shawty comin' with that brain like a geek
You better not be lyin' in them texts when we meet
I got heat on my feet, I make racks in my sleep
Soon as I crack, break her back to the beat
Shawty givin' up that treat, she a freak like Greek
I'm a eat, grind, sleep, then I f*ckin' repeat
I'm a smoke on some za, before I bust out the eats
Take off like a rocket
Takin' out cash, only time I'm outta pocket
When you runnin' pape and you thurl, you can pop it
Movin' off love, think I gotta use logic
She can only slide if she bringin' me the knowledge
Yeah I swear to God, I be higher than a pilot
I'm the people's choice, I control the whole ballot
I ain't never meltin' under pressure, stay solid
Invested in some niggas, they ain't matchin' my deposit
I won't ever put the paper chase on hold
Plenty pape, gotta load, blow a bag to get it soul
All this new money, I can't wait till it get old
Niggas hoppin' on the wave, they can never crack the code
I won't hesitate to have you leakin
Blicky get to talkin', it'll have a nigga screechin
Niggas always fiendin' for a beef, they be reachin
Choppa give you all of the attention that you seekin
I knock hoes by the two
Tell a opp, I ain't finna make it right with you
Hell nah, and preferably, I like my hunnids blue
She give me her brain, now the bitch don't got a clue
In the dark, I'm a shiner, combo's like McDonald's
Bad bitch and she fine, hesitate to use a condom
She make it look easy, how she throwin' that vagina
Give it to a good, now she payin' for my line-up
I'm straight like a perm, hair curl, big worm
They hate when I earn, they can't make what I earn
They don't even believe when I say what I earn
I'm a make the best out my motherf*ckin' turn
Swear to god, on bro
Yeah
Quick freestyle
Quick, quick freestyle
Quick, quick, quick, what
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
TMG shit, y'all know what the f*ck goin' on, nigga
Real shit, on bro