"2:22 pm" lyrics
I'm with a big booty bitch in a TRX, all of my windows down, ridin' through Keast
I'm in a big-body, ridin' with a big body, binary Glock layin' next to my meat, pow
I spent a house on my pendant, wow
Meow, it's a cat in my engine (Meow)
I only smoke ear busters, cover your ears when you hit it
'Cause even the death, they can hear it (It's loud)
Nigga, I fuck off that paper, I'on count what I'm spendin', 'cause I rather count what I didn't
I had to skip my court day, 'cause the judge got to trippin', she talkin' 'bout, ''Bring in the witness''
I fucked the bitch and go fast, but when it come down to the trap I got perfect attendance
Lonzo, I'll put the 2 on my back, but my bros only hoop on the yard in prison
They tryna say I fell off, but my money say different, I'on care 'bout no fame or attention
Nigga, y'all trippin', if the rap shit flop, only back up plan that I got is the kitchen
Nigga, if you get in this car and don't empty your gun then you ain't got no business gettin' in it
I've been on a 10 year run from trappin' to rappin', I did everything independent
I am not them and they are not me
Cut from two different cloths and wear two different tees
Too much paper to make to be worried 'bout sleep
Too much time in a day to be worried 'bout me
In New York meetin' labels and eatin' chop cheese
Got a bitch from The Bronx that act just like me
She keep sayin', ''Yo'', and keep callin' me B
Finna fly out to beat up some hoes in the D
I'm with a big booty bitch in a TRX, all of my windows down, ridin' through Keast
I'm in a big-body, ridin' with a big body, binary Glock layin' next to my meat, pow
I spent a house on my pendant, wow
Meow, it's a cat in my engine (Meow)
I only smoke ear busters, cover your ears when you hit it
'Cause even the death, they can hear it (It's loud)
I'm in a big-body, ridin' with a big body, binary Glock layin' next to my meat, pow
I spent a house on my pendant, wow
Meow, it's a cat in my engine (Meow)
I only smoke ear busters, cover your ears when you hit it
'Cause even the death, they can hear it (It's loud)
Nigga, I fuck off that paper, I'on count what I'm spendin', 'cause I rather count what I didn't
I had to skip my court day, 'cause the judge got to trippin', she talkin' 'bout, ''Bring in the witness''
I fucked the bitch and go fast, but when it come down to the trap I got perfect attendance
Lonzo, I'll put the 2 on my back, but my bros only hoop on the yard in prison
They tryna say I fell off, but my money say different, I'on care 'bout no fame or attention
Nigga, y'all trippin', if the rap shit flop, only back up plan that I got is the kitchen
Nigga, if you get in this car and don't empty your gun then you ain't got no business gettin' in it
I've been on a 10 year run from trappin' to rappin', I did everything independent
I am not them and they are not me
Cut from two different cloths and wear two different tees
Too much paper to make to be worried 'bout sleep
Too much time in a day to be worried 'bout me
In New York meetin' labels and eatin' chop cheese
Got a bitch from The Bronx that act just like me
She keep sayin', ''Yo'', and keep callin' me B
Finna fly out to beat up some hoes in the D
I'm with a big booty bitch in a TRX, all of my windows down, ridin' through Keast
I'm in a big-body, ridin' with a big body, binary Glock layin' next to my meat, pow
I spent a house on my pendant, wow
Meow, it's a cat in my engine (Meow)
I only smoke ear busters, cover your ears when you hit it
'Cause even the death, they can hear it (It's loud)
