Best Kept Secret - 2AM 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 (sh** fire though, why not?) Feeling lit, feeling right, 2 AM, summer night [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Righttttttt Mother made 'em - mother had 'em - motherf** 'em When we mob out, it's like Moscow by the way them n***as rushin' Jet life - flyin' over everything n***a Righttttt Mother made 'em - mother had 'em - motherf** 'em When we mob out, it's like Moscow by the way them n***as rushin' Hold ya head boy, hold the pause. Silencer, conceal the noise Back out, hit these motherf**ers with the Holy Force Kushed God, get ready for the Rapture, n***a smokin' on that masta Bout to set this b**h up in flames and won't remember anything after I want blood n***a, OJ with the glove on Mad motherf**a like when all the bud gone Only thing that can fix it is a bad b**h with a mouth I can f** 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**ing with some wildcats Ant Davis, Gilchrest Rightttttttt