2 AM - Intellectual

[Intro]

(jayms)

(jayms, jayms)

Bow, huh

I'm killjae-K, you don't wanna get hit, the fuck out the way

It's too many strike— it's too many strikers

On my bro grave

Niggas be saying my name, that's a bet

Glock on my denim, but my bro I won't let

Two in the morning, I— uh

Two in the morning, I creep through the set

Come through, sweep his ass up with that TEC

Cut through, sweep his ass up with that TEC

Come through, sweep his ass up with that TEC

Cut through, sweep his ass up with that TEC

Might wake up back in New York, like the Jets

Ain't the clean-up crew, like we making a mess

Ain't the clean-up crew, we'll clean up you

I come through with that Drac' and somebody gettin' stretched

She be all on my dick, say I'm so TMS

She bе all on my dick, she say you BMS

I be droppin' the .5 so much, know thеy stressed

He tryn' speak on the kill, say that shit with your chest

Tell my brother, "Stay down, we'll be up"

In the back of the black truck, got my feet up

killjae, but the road I'ma run

I'm outside with Luhjus, boy, that's the new Baby Run

Mr. Get In Your Whip, Mr. Get In Your Trunk

Mr. Creep Through That Backroad, know 'bout no front

I get in your Honda, it gotta get jumped

All I need is a flathead, like Ola Runt (All I need is a flathead, nigga)

Told my brother, "I'm ready to get back on my shit"

This bitch too outta mile when we put her in Rick

Got that b— in my— and Dior on my dick

Told my brother, "I'm ready to get back on my shit"

This bitch too outta mile when we put her in Rick

Told my brother, "I'm ready to get back on my shit"

Got that b— in my— and Dior on my dick

Got that b— in my— and Dior on my dick

I'm a real roadrunner, I'd get in yo' whip