2 AM

Ahhh shit
Yeah, okay, look, look
I said is 2 AM too late to hit you up on the telephone
Is 3 AM too late to make some love
I blame the Patron, poppin off
How she pop that pussy it's out of control
It's out of control, whoa
I said is 2 AM too late to hit you up on the telephone
Is 3 AM too late to make some love
I blame the Patron, poppin off
How she pop that pussy it's out of control
It's out of control, whoa

Shawty pull up at like 2 AM
Next thing I know she movin' in, uhhhh
Pussy so fire, I gave her the key to my place
She gave me the key to her heart to let scooter in
keepin' it real don't you pretend with me
I could take you to the Yucatan
Get you stupid tan, you can bring a friend
If you lucky maybe two of them
Yeah, I'm knockin' on the door
Fuck the rap game, nobody wanna let scooter in
Made some evasive maneuverin
I do this like my crew depend on it
Till the point nobody ask who is him
You can find me through the Googlin
I been lookin through a newer lens
I don't expect you to understand
Is 2 AM too late
To pull up to my place
And I could put you in yo' place
In a good way, she like, okay
Shawty come swoop me, hooptie
She pull up in that '03 A4
At 2 AM she know, it's a lowkey link fosho
Is it your place, or mine this time
Lets Rochambeau
She was like your place if that's fine
Cause I like that ocean view
And lowkey we ain't even watchin' the show that we put on
Or was it movie
All I remember was makin' a move
And step 2 we was makin' a movie

I said is 2 AM too late to hit you up on the telephone
Is 3 AM too late to make some love
I blame the Patron, poppin' off
How she pop that pussy it's out of control
It's out of control, whoa
I said is 2 AM too late to hit you up on the telephone
Is 3 AM too late to make some love
I blame the Patron, poppin' off
How she pop that pussy it's out of control
It's out of control, whoa

I said is 2 AM, too late to pull up to my place
She say she movin' in, because she like the way I stay
She hate my stupid friends, oh yeah
But she say that's okay
Because she knows they're my day ones
And they ain't never goin' away
I said is 2 AM, too late to pull up to my place
She say she movin' in, because she like the way I stay
She hate my stupid friends
But she say that's okay
Because she knows they're my day ones
And they ain't never goin' away, okay

Is 2 AM too late to hit you up on the telephone
Is 3 AM too late to make some love
I blame the Patron, poppin' off
How she pop that pussy it's out of control, it's out of control
Whoa
I said is 2 AM too late to hit you up on the telephone
Is 3 AM too late to make some love
I blame the Patron, poppin' off
How she pop that pussy it's out of control, it's out of control
Whoa