"2:43am" lyrics
(Run that shit up, Nate)
Oh
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, what? Ayy
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, what? Uh, ayy
Yeah, uh, uh, nah, I just jokin', shit so smooth, Nate
Ooh
Nigga, you a buster, nah, I can't trust ya
Neck, wrist, teeth filled with some clusters
Yeah, I'm too cold, might need a cover
Got the mansion with the butler
As a lil' kid, I was gettin' in trouble
Known to beat a nigga just like the buzzer
Now I'm havin' big stone, burnin' rubber
Known to get the money, then make it double
I make this shit flip
Don't come back if you jumped off the ship
Quick draw, comin' off the hip
Know my pockets full of dog shit
Off the leash, somethin' like a pit
These Louis Vuittons, no, I don't wear Ricks
Walked up in the place and knocked a bitch
Convo with her, say she got the tricks
I know them ain't for kids
Stop all that cap and go work at the Lids
Death to the rats and the pigs
You would think I'm lyin', all the shit I did
Dealin' with the feds, tryna dodge a bid
You ain't smokin' gas, nigga, that's some mid
Son changed on me, is what it is
Get on a nigga, bro, ain't talkin' skin
Bum-ass nigga, go run up them mils
Ayy
Ha, bum-ass nigga
Know what I'm sayin'?
Go run up your money, man
There ain't nothin' funny when you bummy, ha
Sauce, Brown Album
Ooh, hey
See, I'm chunkin' B's
They say blessings just might come in threes
I got three bitches bringin' cheese
C'est la vie, made 'em hit they knees
Hit up Zo, tell him, "Need some freeze"
I start up the Benz when I wanna creep
But I can flip to Trackhawk Jeep
Fuck the Backwood, stuff the leaf
Kicked her out 'cause she loose
I got them choices like duck, duck, goose
Hundreds, they white and they blue
Niggas know I'm havin' 'cause they see the proof
Nutso, I'll chuck 'em off the roof
Like a Goyard belt, know I'm in the loop
Made some fresh-ass friends, grew up wearin' Joop
TSF an army, bomin' like some troops
Since the block, boy, I was known to shoot
But this ain't no dance
I got racks and they stuffed in my pants
Ain't get guap, go and kick you some cans
Sunny diamonds, might give a tan
Drippin' sauce from here to Japan
Them bitches, they knowin' Sosa be the man
If she fuckin' with me, yeah, she payin'
Stick my arm out, open hand
Put it right in my palm
I'm a giant nigga, fee-fi-fo-fum
You try me, then I'm causin' harm
Blew up like a bomb, Hussein Saddam
Then I'm havin' water, more than a pond
Cuttin' through the grass, treatin' it like a lawn
This The Brown Album, calm before the storm
Might be with cons, not no Uncle Toms
Havin' just like Super Wizz, nigga, uh
Uh
Know what I'm sayin'?
Nigga, uh
Haha, fuck back
You that know I'm saucy
More money drippin', spillin', and splashin'
Ooh, hey, hey
Oh
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, what? Ayy
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, what? Uh, ayy
Yeah, uh, uh, nah, I just jokin', shit so smooth, Nate
Ooh
Nigga, you a buster, nah, I can't trust ya
Neck, wrist, teeth filled with some clusters
Yeah, I'm too cold, might need a cover
Got the mansion with the butler
As a lil' kid, I was gettin' in trouble
Known to beat a nigga just like the buzzer
Now I'm havin' big stone, burnin' rubber
Known to get the money, then make it double
I make this shit flip
Don't come back if you jumped off the ship
Quick draw, comin' off the hip
Know my pockets full of dog shit
Off the leash, somethin' like a pit
These Louis Vuittons, no, I don't wear Ricks
Walked up in the place and knocked a bitch
Convo with her, say she got the tricks
I know them ain't for kids
Stop all that cap and go work at the Lids
Death to the rats and the pigs
You would think I'm lyin', all the shit I did
Dealin' with the feds, tryna dodge a bid
You ain't smokin' gas, nigga, that's some mid
Son changed on me, is what it is
Get on a nigga, bro, ain't talkin' skin
Bum-ass nigga, go run up them mils
Ayy
Ha, bum-ass nigga
Know what I'm sayin'?
Go run up your money, man
There ain't nothin' funny when you bummy, ha
Sauce, Brown Album
Ooh, hey
See, I'm chunkin' B's
They say blessings just might come in threes
I got three bitches bringin' cheese
C'est la vie, made 'em hit they knees
Hit up Zo, tell him, "Need some freeze"
I start up the Benz when I wanna creep
But I can flip to Trackhawk Jeep
Fuck the Backwood, stuff the leaf
Kicked her out 'cause she loose
I got them choices like duck, duck, goose
Hundreds, they white and they blue
Niggas know I'm havin' 'cause they see the proof
Nutso, I'll chuck 'em off the roof
Like a Goyard belt, know I'm in the loop
Made some fresh-ass friends, grew up wearin' Joop
TSF an army, bomin' like some troops
Since the block, boy, I was known to shoot
But this ain't no dance
I got racks and they stuffed in my pants
Ain't get guap, go and kick you some cans
Sunny diamonds, might give a tan
Drippin' sauce from here to Japan
Them bitches, they knowin' Sosa be the man
If she fuckin' with me, yeah, she payin'
Stick my arm out, open hand
Put it right in my palm
I'm a giant nigga, fee-fi-fo-fum
You try me, then I'm causin' harm
Blew up like a bomb, Hussein Saddam
Then I'm havin' water, more than a pond
Cuttin' through the grass, treatin' it like a lawn
This The Brown Album, calm before the storm
Might be with cons, not no Uncle Toms
Havin' just like Super Wizz, nigga, uh
Uh
Know what I'm sayin'?
Nigga, uh
Haha, fuck back
You that know I'm saucy
More money drippin', spillin', and splashin'
Ooh, hey, hey
