2 Ina Morning

[Intro: GREEDYMF YNV]
Get up on my man I'ma creep
It's two in the morning jamming hard I'm
Mhm mhm mhm
Uh (Damn, lil' JG)
One day

[Chorus: GREEDYMF YNV]
Uh, get up on my man I'ma creep
It's two in the morning I'm jamming off P's
And my trap jhi jump would've thought it was easy
Shit, them young niggas telling 'em shit
I could sell anything from a bag to a brick
Make it rain where you at better hope you don't slip
Jump out the car with that four-five Vec'
When it's raining it's pouring nigga long live Step
We burning the floor niggas calling the refs
Nigga we on your line better cherish your last breath
He got hit with that shit, now they got to cut off his dead flesh
Get up on his car put a hole in his headrest
[?] the corner we like Klay and Steph
He shouldn't of walked away that boy was very blessed

[Verse: Migo Lee and GREEDYMF YNV]
Hop out with them cutters we catching another one
Rap niggas dissing gon' punish another one
Pull up with that Drac', they're running and stumbling
He thinking hetough this Drac' gon' humble him
He thinking he slick hop out and we punished him
Pull up with that switch ain't nobody ducking it
Running his lips and he died 'cause a bitch
We running the west niggas ain't running shit
Uh, uh, speaking on Clutch and got hit in his shit
Gon' punish a nigga since he think he lit
Since you shoot with your right I'ma shoot
200 a car, 200 a whip
Ain't wasting no time, we catch us a vic
Bitch-ass nigga get hit with that stick
.556s got hit with a brick (Hey Deebo)
Uh, we dropping the windows don't hit out the car
Look him right in the face we don't shoot from afar
And I'm clipping his wings so he won't make it far
Uh, we in the deep end
Two-way shooter play offense and defense
My trap do shit I could tell that you leaking
Ain't having motion why the fuck is you speaking?
Uh, push up on me you gon' dance with the reaper
Beefing with me better keep you a heater
You beefing with us you get put in a sleeper
Uh, beefing with us we gon' shoot like we Boston
Nigga live on the block, we pull up and dog him
I'm the one with the ball I feel like I'm Harden
6'3 when I shot him I feel like I'm Tall-ler (Haha)

[Chorus: GREEDYMF YNV]
Uh, get up on my man I'ma creep
It's two in the morning I'm jamming off P's
And my trap jhi jump would've thought it was easy
Shit, them young niggas telling 'em shit
I could sell anything from a bag to a brick
Make it rain where you at better hope you don't slip
Jump out the car with that four-five Vec'
When it's raining it's pouring nigga long live Step
We burning the floor niggas calling the refs
Nigga we on your line better cherish your last breath
He got hit with that shit, now they got to cut off his dead flesh
Get up on his car put a hole in his headrest
[?] the corner we like Klay and Steph
He shouldn't of walked away that boy was very blessed

[Outro: GREEDYMF YNV]
Uh, one day