2 late

Lyrics

[Chorus: DC2Trill] Real player, put a bitch up in her place I'm with two Norwegian hoes eating grapes We overlapped them niggas, shit, it's too late It's too late, it's too late Shawty text my phone talking 'bout she late I told her, wrong nigga — I left it on her face Stripper hoes, trap niggas I embrace I know your drank fake, I ain't have to taste [Verse 1: DC2Trill] Tell your papa, deal locker Hit the lot, in the Caddy truck, converse with wheel watchers High school he was lame, he got cash, he still awkward Heard your daddy wasn't lame — why you ain't study what he taught you? Pussy, we got sticks, Max Payne in 'em I got perks, no pain in 'em I done poured a pint again I'm so fried, fucked on her friend I'm with the V, nigga, that's my twin Majority Cartier on my lens I'ma get these cats forever Niggas pussy like Roseanne Heard you came up on a lick I ain't give shit to your mans I'm a dog, so I pull tricks I know they P, I can't understand [Chorus: DC2Trill] Real player, put a bitch up in her place I'm with two Norwegian hoes eating grapes We overlapped them niggas, shit, it's too late It's too late, it's too late Shawty text my phone talking 'bout she late I told her, wrong nigga — I left it on her face Stripper hoes, trap niggas I embrace I know your drank fake, I ain't have to taste I know your drank fake [Verse 2: Zelly Ocho] Bitch, I ain't gotta taste it I'm on my way to some money right now, bitch, I'm 'bout to chase it Oh, she fuckin', I knew she was basic Oh, that bitch ain't fuck on the first — then that bitch is the greatest I'm gettin' high, they want me to stop Don't even look in my eye Told my brother, "Come to the stu'," he workin' on that pot [Bridge: DC2Trill] I done poured a pint again I'm so fried, fucked on her friend I'm with the V, nigga, that's my twin Majority Cartier on my lens [Verse 3: Zelly Ocho] Shoot it, no range My brother insane I fuck her out her brains I used to eat noodles, on gang Yeah, now I might throw out a lobster (a lobster) Stop, he's an imposter (stop him) I fucked, then I dodged that (I dodged that) I can break a bitch down (yeah) Like a Black & Mild, yessir (yessir) You was not on that block You was barely on that curb (curb) Even if you tried to get in the streets, I bet you'd swerve (yeah) I'm with the grooviest nigga alive — bitch, you got nerves (you got nerves) [Chorus: DC2Trill] Real player, put a bitch up in her place I'm with two Norwegian hoes eating grapes We overlapped them niggas, shit, it's too late It's too late, it's too late Shawty text my phone talking 'bout she late I told her, wrong nigga — I left it on her face Stripper hoes, trap niggas I embrace I know your drank fake, I ain't have to taste