2:12 AM Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: DC The Don & Burger Man]
Y'all n*ggas on mute, y'all not important
How much money do it take to be real? Y'all n*ggas can't afford it
This new tech imported, dropped it, this b*tch gorgeous
Pull up on that n*gga, tell that n*gga cover your mortgage
Slatt, who the f*ck is that
DC in the cut, n*gga you know I did that
Pull off on your block, then I had to stand back
Cus that n*gga talkin sh*t
What he said then
That n*gga ain't talkin' sh*t, ayy
Pull up on his b*tch, ayy
And I got the Glock, ayy
I point it at his hip (Yeah)
I point it at his lip, tell that n*gga go mute (Yeah)
Bum n*gga talkin' sh*t, n*gga who the f*ck is you (Yeah)
You a bum ass b*tch
You ain't really poppin sh*t
You ain't pullin up on my block, n*gga you a opp b*tch (Yeah)
You ain't slide out on sh*t, n*gga you a mop b*tch
Slide down, drop sh*t, pull up on your block b*tch (Yeah)
And i got the 30 tucked, this a f*cking mopstick (Yeah)
If that n*gga talking sh*t, he get dropped quick (Yeah)
Trademark in this b*tch, Burger Man in this b*tch (Yeah)
Alex yeah up in this b*tch, and im independent (Yeah)
I dont need a f*cking label tryna f*ck 30 bands
You n*ggas hella washed up, I see it in yo' hands (Yeah)
n*ggas not doing sh*t, with the f*cking talents that you got, cus you lame, and you n*ggas ain't doin like I got it
And I pull up in this b*tch, and I'm riding in Bugatti,uh
Its all black,uh
Yeah its matte black, uh
Yeah I'm in the tat, uh (Yeah)
Pull up on ya block, uh
b*tch I never lack, uh (Yeah)
Rata-ta-tat with that drum b*tch
Feel like [?] b*tch (Yeah)
Tell that f*ck n*gga run b*tch
Before I slide down with this motherf*ckin' drum b*tch
Nick Cannon with the motherf*ckin' drumsticks
Blacked out with the motherf*ckin' drumsticks
[Verse 2: DC The Don & Burger Man]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, ayy
Baby know she chosen
She got a fat ol' ass, I'ma put this di*k inside her ocean (Yeah)
I ain't even really wanna f*ck that ho, but I end up always soakin', uh
My b*tch gotta look like Elsa, 'cause my diamonds really frozen, uh
n*ggas be talkin' that sh*t, y'all n*ggas on mute, y'all not important, uh
How much money do it take to be real? Y'all n*ggas can't afford it,uh
This new tech imported, dropped it, this b*tch gorgeous, uh
n*gga, shut the f*ck up and go and pay your f*ckin' mortgage, uh
Pay your f*ckin' mortgage
Yeah I [?]
She sent nudes but my phone got no storage
That b*tch wanna [?] and I [?]
In a Porsche, drivin 180
Yo b*tch wanna f*ck with me cus I ride in Mercedes
But i dont wanna f*ck with her cus that is not my baby
Baby say you [?] that is not my baby
Girl you said you pregnant, that is not my baby (Yeah, haha)
Yeah I wrapped up dumbass, you look crazy (Yeah)
Stupid ass b*tch, you can't take me to Maury
Dumb ho, stupid, end of yo' story (Yeah)
Dumb b*tch, dont hit my line on no freak sh*t
Stupid ass thot b*tch f*ckin' on my meat b*tch (Mmm)
I dont really need no b*tch, I could beat my meat b*tch (Yeah)
Yeah I got 2 hands for a reason, f*ck you mean b*tch (Yeah, haha)
Dumbass thottie, stupid ass tootie
Pull up on that b*tch then I slapped on her booty (Yeah, haha)
Told that b*tch to drop and give me 50 like I need coochie
Look at my fit, from the socks, this Gucci (Yeah)
Dumbass [?], [?] (Yeah)
Got these n*ggas walking in a line like its a pageant (Yeah)
I don't really give a f*ck i pull up, let em have it (Mmm)
Pull up on some other sh*t, I'm feelin like the magic (Yeah)
[Outro: DC The Don & Burger Man]
Yknow what im sayin'?
Hell yeah, you the man right now man
Stop playin'
Stop playin'