Lyrics 2 P.M. In Dallas - Mercury

Its 2pm but guess what, I'm still in my pjs
I dont go by the rules nigga, I could give a fuck what you say
I'm the typpa nigga that gon, throw a party on a Tuesday
And still make it lit ey
And throw another on friday
Fill it up
I dont do double I triple cup
Beat it up
Keep yo ass up (Damn)
You might pass out
I won't cum out
Slide it in yo mouth
Then you swallow down

My socks, are Fendi
My high tops, Nike
My sause, is drippin
You can best me, you wishing
Marsai, got me tripping
Ivyson's, my religion
Sprite, its dirty
My life's, amazing
My socks, are Fendi
My high tops, Nike
My sause, is drippin
You can best me, you wishing
Marsai, got me tripping
Ivyson's, my religion
Sprite, its dirty
My life's, amazing

Ohh shit, my main girl jus' found out 'bout my side chick
She talking 'bout love but baby, I dont even know what love is
Keep on adding to the cart, I dont check what the price is
Why settle for a thousand, when I can get a couple millions
Told me she would die for me so I watched that bitch die in front of me
Securing the bag for me, that's jus kind of a necessity
Man I wanna get rich, and I wanna do it in every currency
How lit can I be?man I'm more lit than new years eve

My socks, are Fendi
My high tops, Nike
My sause, is drippin
You can best me, you wishing
Marsai, got me tripping
Ivyson's, my religion
Sprite, its dirty
My life's, amazing
My socks, are Fendi
My high tops, Nike
My sause, is drippin
You can best me, you wishing
Marsai, got me tripping
Ivyson's, my religion
Sprite, its dirty
My life's, amazing