2AM In Nashville versuri

2AM In Nashville lyrics by LoLife Blacc

Intro
448 shit, nigga

Chorus
Oh, you want some bad? Then, oh, let’s do it, just like Waka Flocka
Just re’d up on bricks, so we in the spot, ain’t nothin’ but fins and choppers
Know some Crips in OKC, they got some Glocks like Serge Baka
556, it sound like K. Michelle, that .308 a opera
Walk you down like a blind man when I point this stick
I got Wock, Quagen, sellin’ red, but I don’t fuck with Tris’
Just like Steve Nash, I catch the box and I make an assist
I can front ‘em out, but I got play no cash, you get dismissed

Verse 1
In the spot, we movin’ weight of white, that’s Andy Milonakis
Anything I sell, you put up in your spot, you makin’ profit
Got her on her knees like I’m Messiah, she say I’m a prophet
Oh, you say you thе plug? Well shit, I’m tryin’ to out serve your sockеt
I bang C’s, all I sell is P’s, but plays right now on B’s
Vacuum seal it, I come to your town and get it off with ease
Top shelf, don’t do no homegrown, I can’t serve no seeds
If you tippin’, serve you like a waiter, nigga, what you need?

Chorus
Oh, you want some bad? Then, oh, let’s do it, just like Waka Flocka
Just re’d up on bricks, so we in the spot, ain’t nothin’ but fins and choppers
Know some Crips in OKC, they got some Glocks like Serge Baka
556, it sound like K. Michelle, that .308 a opera
Walk you down like a blind man when I point this stick
I got Wock, Quagen, sellin’ red, but I don’t fuck with Tris’
Just like Steve Nash, I catch the box and I make an assist
I can front ‘em out, but I got play no cash, you get dismissed

Verse 2
Told my homie start a kennel, ‘cause he keep requestin’ dog
Only move with COD, you ain’t got no cash, I’m not involved
Cases pending, still dealin’, middle finger, fuck the laws
Got a fetish for sellin’ pints and sellin’ crops before they fall
Oh, you broke? Watch me over stove, you can learn a lesson
I ain’t nervous, bitch, I’ve been servin’ since my adolescence
In interrogation room, that sound like Usher, they confessin’
In the trap, I’m gettin’ stimulus like I just won the election

Chorus
Oh, you want some bad? Then, oh, let’s do it, just like Waka Flocka
Just re’d up on bricks, so we in the spot, ain’t nothin’ but fins and choppers
Know some Crips in OKC, they got some Glocks like Serge Baka
556, it sound like K. Michelle, that .308 a opera
Walk you down like a blind man when I point this stick
I got Wock, Quagen, sellin’ red, but I don’t fuck with Tris’
Just like Steve Nash, I catch the box and I make an assist
I can front ‘em out, but I got play no cash, you get dismissed