Текст песни 2AM - HAC DIGGY

I'm shooting till it decock
These forces not no reeboks

My youngin fucked the work up
I'm in the kitchen trynna relock

Don't hit me like we cool
Boy u a snake
Yo name on this tool

It's really real I will kill
You ain't heard about the last dude
You ain't heard about the last dude

Pussy bitch had made the news
Let me run it
Knock lil bro out his shoes

Whole lotta hac shyt going on
Night kno wtfgo

2 am up on the e way
Itz just me and tron

223 up in the back
For opps who like to run

All I ever wanted was a chance
Now it's right here in my hand
Mama ima be the man

Grinding for riches I want billions
Trynna make it out the the trenches

Niggas dissing what the issues
We got booku Ammunition

Taliban a come and getcha
Stalking watching yo lil insta

Stalking watching yo lil insta

I call shots I'm out that eighth
I'm baby 8 I keep a rod

Diamonds wet u reach I teach
And send you up there to lord

HAC ynsr
We them young niggas slang rods

Hopping out them foreigners cars
Clapping rods in your front yard

Free baby joe got booku smoke
I need a hitta thats gone blow

Then post right back up on that four

He begging asking he wanted mo
I tellem him no he still go blow

This ain't no shit that I had Wrote
We swerving all on jewella

Slanging metal
Trynna catch em flex him bad

It's a lot that I ain't had
Now I got it and they mad

Try to Jack fall right back on yo ass
Fall right back up on yo ass

Body bags toe tags

I'm shooting till it decock
These forces not no reeboks

My youngin fucked the work up
I'm in the kitchen trynna relock

Don't hit me like we cool
Boy u a snake
Yo name on this tool

It's really real I will kill
You ain't heard about the last dude
You ain't heard about the last dude

Say you ain't heard about the last dude

Pussy bitch had made the news
Knock one up out his shoes
Say Pussy bitch had made the news
Knock one out his shoes
Say Pussy bitch had made the news
Knock one out his shoes

Came through looking for him
And I ain't talking bout no blues clues

Came through looking for him
And I ain't talking bout no blues clues

Niggas dressed in all black
Like who the fucc are you

Fulla Sheryl temple
Out my mother fuccin temple

Moon rocks up on my ass
I'm talking strawberry I'm tripping

Rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling
Like a river

Rolling rolling rolling
Trynna roll on a nigga

Aye I'm shooting till it decock
These forces not no reeboks

My youngin fucked the work up
I'm in the kitchen trynna relock

Don't hit me like we cool
Boy u a snake
Yo name on this tool

It's really real I will kill
You ain't heard about the last dude
You ain't heard about the last dude