NYC @ 2am lyrics

[Intro: 392 Lil Head]
(Flea)
Yeah, 24
Lil Head
Yeah, 24
(Who the hell is Carlo?)

[Verse 1: 392 Lil Head]
Don't call me when you bored, ho, I wanna see fat ma
All the girls that was cute in high school, them hoes fat now
I was finished, out here sellin' fake sauce, I got racks now
In my city, you can't even pump gas, you gettin' fapped down
I'm c*cky, all these hoes tellin' me I got the big head
Key a shooter, but in person, he the big man
I'm juggin', I need some fake IDs if the sh*t scan
(You can't get no free sauce, but your b*tch can)

[Verse 2: FWC Big Key]
In Saks, the clerks bring you watеr for a big purchase
Slow down, gang, this striker been in six murders
Hе died tryna run in my crib, that's attempt burglary
(The CEO of my camp, but I ain't BIG30)
Hated gym, see an opp, I'ma strech him
You hit b*tches, only violence you been in was domestic
I'll never let my mans crash out, I'm like Progressive
My side b*tch tryna kill my main b*tch like she Effie (Get it?)
[Verse 3: 392 Lil Head]
Me and Morg out bendin' tryna catch somethin' (What up, Morg?)
You keep f*ckin' hoes raw, you gon' catch somethin' (Ew)
Why be stuck on one ho when the next f*ckin'? (They all f*ckin')
Why trick on one ho when the next stuffin'?
Conceited, I turn on the news just to see myself (CrimeInTheD)
Open up the Chase app, I wanna see my wealth (Rich as hell)
b*tch grabbin' on my waist, she wanna see my belt (What?)
Not Tay B, I spent ten on Amiri, you can see my shelfs

[Verse 4: FWC Big Key]
Lik slow, he hit that b*tch raw and he had a condom (Slow as hell)
Seen the biggest n*gga point, f*ck, you Magic Johnson?
Boy, when I had my first hundred, you was in Aero-crombie
(You wouldn't know who was richer if I was next Ghazi)

[Outro: FWC Big Key]
n*gga, CashGang sh*t