Saige - 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 f*ck on the mula
Back to back it's a heater f*ck outta here
CV just says he can run the bag
Neck and neck it's a freezer f*ck 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 f*ck on the mula
Back to back it's a heater f*ck outta here
CV just says he can run the bag
Neck and neck it's a freezer f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*ck on the mulla
Back to back it's a heater f*ck outta here
CV just says he can run the bag
Neck and neck it's a freezer f*ck 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 f*ck on that mulla
Back to back it's a heater f*ck outta here
CV just says he can run the bag
Neck and neck it's a freezer f*ck 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
F*ck 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