2 Am Monday Night Lyrics

[Intro:]
Crush a bit - little bit - roll it up - take a hit
Crush a bit - little bit - roll it up - take a hit
Crush a bit - little bit - roll it up - take a hit
(Shit fire though, why not?)
Feeling lit, feeling right, 2 AM, summer night

[Verse: Smoke DZA]
Righttttttt
Mother made 'em - mother had 'em - motherf*ck 'em
When we mob out, it's like Moscow by the way them
niggas rushin'

Jet life - flyin' over everything nigga
Righttttt

Mother made 'em - mother had 'em - motherf*ck 'em
When we mob out, it's like Moscow by the way them
niggas rushin'
Hold ya head boy, hold the pause. Silencer, conceal the noise

Back out, hit these motherf*ckers with the Holy Force
Kushed God, get ready for the Rapture, nigga smokin' on
that masta
Bout to set this bitch up in flames and won't remember
anything after
I want blood nigga, OJ with the glove on
Mad motherf*cka like when all the bud gone
Only thing that can fix it is a bad bitch with a mouth
I can f*ck on

Let's get our buzz on
Sip 'till the mug gone
Ya' man tryna cop, I got the plug for him
Or make sure the paper right, or get left
And know that you f*cking with some wildcats
Ant Davis, Gilchrest

Rightttttttt

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