2AM IN PTA Lyrics

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It's 2 in the morning hey you wake up and check on the mula

Ayo lil Saigey can flip that have you wake up and fuck on the mula

Back to back it's a heater fuck outta here

CV just says he can run the bag

neck and neck it's a freezer fuck outta here

Tryna wipe out the goalie it's 4-4-2

Right now it's 2 in the morning had to wake up and check on the mula

Ayo lil Saigey can flip that had to wake up and fuck on the mula

Back to back it's a heater fuck outta here

CV just says he can run the bag

Neck and neck it's a freezer fuck outta here

Tryna wipe out the goalie it's 4-4-2

Right now I'm deep in the northside brodie wearing the same color t-shirt

Nicole's a hell of bad ting only saw her like once then the streets got her

Brodie came through and trimmed he a street cutter

And he moving with me a showstopper

Spitting fire when iced a jaw dropper

Had to get it alone I had interest wanna hop on the stage

And fuck up a mosh pit burning the house shit never come home shit

Chilling with dogs and hoes and pimp shit

This is my lit shit only gon slap when you sinning damn

Gotta go get this what was I missing something

Tryna say yo and they curve me now I hear yo and I murk em

What you gon' tell me yeah you better off fucking my ex to feel me

Plot on my land to kill me I got off my ass excuse me

Ain't licking no ass no coochie

Look what they did to the hustler yo

Look what they did to the baby boy

Look what they did to my partner yo

Look what they did to Miss Lauryn Hill

It's 2 in the morning hey you wake up and check on the mulla

Ayo lil Saigey can flip that

Have you wake up and fuck on the mulla

Back to back it's a heater fuck outta here

CV just says he can run the bag

Neck and neck it's a freezer fuck outta here

Tryna wipe out the goalie it's 4-4-2

Right now it's 2 in the morning

Had to wake up and check on that mulla

Ayo lil Saigey can flip that

Had to wake up and fuck on that mulla

Back to back it's a heater fuck outta here

CV just says he can run the bag

Neck and neck it's a freezer fuck outta here

Tryna wipe out the goalie it's 4-4-2

I'm posted in the field all in

When I stack up the money it's Shaq Tall

I was in the dark place lights came back

Fuck up the money no cosplay

I'm too sick sick no fit pic

No diagnosis no painkiller

Too chi-chi too tapped in

Too lit for a new lame nigga

Skin gone thick yeah yeah

Better get their ass nigga yeah yeah

We got bands on the play so act normal

When the paper come in yo act normal

Ain't no telling who needs it

Like Hova witness he said nigga what

I'ma stand on my biz like now what

Where's the S on your chest if he really him

Knock his eye out the socket then sing a Hym