2AM On Da Eastside Freestyle

[Intro]
(Zaytoven)
Yeah, ooh, ayy, ooh
You know, I tell y'all this shit every time, mane
You know, it's easy
It's easy to grasp, you know?
Yeah, ayy
You ain't first, your last
What the fuck you gon' do mane?
Yeah, pussy
Yeah, it's easy man
Yeah, ayy
Nah, it ain't 2Chainz but I do got on 2 chains
You know what I mean?

[Chorus]
He said he got that weight, nah, nigga I need the whole thing
Both hands on the wheel, I drive a bad bitch insane
Check her out, she on some 'caine
Break the house, got diamonds, no change
Shooters on the court, I buy them Rovers 'cause they having range
They say "Tony, he got rich and he went Hollywood"
Okay, I act Hollywood and this blunt from Cali' good
And your ho wanna fuck me raw, play with me, I'll probably do it
Clips enough for extras, no director 'cause I'm probably shooting

[Verse]
You must be rolling in this bitch, boy, what the fuck you doing?
She must be geeked up on that Perc' because she still chewing
I come in first like the landlord and I'm still moving
She said, "How you stand still but your ice moving?"
You must be rolling
Dawg, you must be geeked up, think that we ain't holding
All my niggas pieced up, she look like Kelly Rowland
She said that she been rolling, no seafood, I got rolls in
She strip but I got poles in
She dropped me and her close friend
I told her we ain't close friends
It's hot, take your clothes off
I beat that block 'til the doors off
I got a milkshake like Diana Ross
You got some juice but I'm having the sauce
[?] I ain't tripping the cross
I fuck a bad ho then get lost
I call this tape Reflexions 'cause I'm talking to myself
Y'all ain't talking about a thing
I pour colors, y'all so green
My bitch bad as hell, she mean
She off white and I'm on beans
I sell work, features, and dreams
I [?]
Trap out the house [?]
I fuck a bad ho then I fly to Belize
I stank up the spot, we spray like Febreeze
I stand on my money, I'm tall as Yao Ming
I'm making movies, I'm Lord of the Rings
I know it's money if my phone ring
(Yeah, hello?)

[Chorus]
He said he got that weight, nah, nigga I need the whole thing
Both hands on the wheel, I drive a bad bitch insane
Check her out, she on some 'caine
Break the house, got diamonds, no change
Shooters on the court, I buy them Rovers 'cause they having range
They say "Tony, he got rich and he went Hollywood"
Okay, I act Hollywood and this blunt from Cali' good
And your ho wanna fuck me raw, play with me, I'll probably do it
Clips enough for extras, no director 'cause I'm probably shooting