2 A.M. on Six Mile

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, RJ) Ayy Ayy (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man) [Verse 1: BandGang Biggs] Came home like where my money? Bitch, I need it on time Say you spent ten on your wrist, you must not seen what's on mine I hit your bitch once or twice, and now her calls get declined Now her calls get declined, bitch, I'm reckless with mine Ain't takin' shorts on that pape', need every quarter of my shit Playin' with my money, you gon' make me order up a hit Couple 'bows of that exotic, I'm just sortin' through this shit Thirty thousand in my left pocket got me lit [Verse 2: BandGang Jizzle P & BandGang Biggs] I just pour me up a cup and roll this cookie up Ayy, thirties in the buffies got me pushin' up Ayy, Trackhawk two hundred on the dash, they can't sit with us They ain't lit as us, you need to switch it up Ayy, that money on your head, yeah, I know that shit get hectic Bro hit him in his head, his mans watched the bullet exit I stack my money by the squares, hoes thought that shit was Tetris And now it wasn't no rope, that diamond link that's for my necklace Nigga (Come on, now) [Verse 3: BandGang Biggs & BandGang Jizzle P] Pussy-ass nigga talkin' crazy (What?) Boy, that shit don't phase me, shootin' shit like KD Pull up, rock the baby, then pull off in a 'Cat (Yeah) Police wanna chase me, I leave 'em where they at (Yeah) Boy, my shit too fast, you gotta know that (Gotta know that) And, boy, quit flashin' money when you owe that (When you owe that) Playin' with my shit might get your bro whacked Got that nina with me, bitch, you get your soul snatched (Ayy) [Verse 3: BandGang Jizzle P] I see the blue and whites, what he gon' do? He better make up his mind, I'm in this Demon coupe Two-twenty on the dash, and that's the honest truth I threw that bitch in sport, you know I did what I do (Ayy) Doin' eighty down mind, I got that bag on me Not to mention, got a pocket full of cash on me Ayy, this some shit that I can't risk Got drugs and money, they gon' throw me under the fence (Woo) [Verse 4: BandGang Biggs] Nigga say he tryna count some work, I think he fakin' White Jamaican, leave that nigga stinkin' if he try to take it Playin' catch with your bitch, she like a hot potato Get her neck and fucked her in the basement, then let Jizzle take her (Oh, here you go) When you see me, baby girl, you know you see the truth Thought I was playin' tricks on you, 'cause you ain't see the roof Scammed your bitch off ten racks and sent her through the loop She blowin' up my phone, talkin' 'bout what would Jesus do? [Verse 5: BandGang Javar] On the 6 dodgin' potholes 'Bout to blow up on them beats you and Biggs on Came out, handed over twenty-five long Said the trip went good, fifty-nine phones (Jack) You be on the internet talkin' shit (Lame) I be online shoppin', y'all be sharin' kicks (Lame) I got every pair of Balis, I ain't pay a cent You spent your hard-earned money, I punched every 'fit (Ham) Your bitch been gettin' on my last nerve Ho asked me to buy a bag, well, she got some nerve (Hahaha) Talkin' 'bout a girlfriend, but you sound absurd Do 'em like old furniture, I kick hoes to the curb (Get out of here) I got that shit like my stomach doin' backflips Bruh just got out, if you don't smoke, he'll buy your piss He be in the cuff, he goin' back behind the fence Last couple months, we've been higher than a blimp