2:am (Tsu Surf Diss) Lyrics

If I'm a dog, you the dog food

How you act like a pussy, claim you a dog too

The homie's told me talk to Surf and I called you

Now I start to think I sent that bread to the wrong dude

Niggas in the pen told Brick you was a fraud

But I told him ima fuck with you, that nigga going hard, look

Now all these eyes on me, but they was on you

And all the rumors that I heard, I swear they all true

Hov made the song cry, but he was stand up

Forgive me if I kill this black man with his hands up

You was the man right

Forever Over, 2:00 AM, that was the jam, son

You comprehend then understand I was a fan son

The way you got me feeling, hand shakes turn to hand guns

I gotta bad itch, I put you in a can son

And if you gotta bad bitch

I'll let her have my damn son

Lick dick with that damn tongue

Back shots got her scooting up

Gang with me, give her dick from every side

Shawty don't know who to fuck

Surf you doing too much

Ion fuck with you

If that nigga say he with you, leave em stuck with you

Why I gotta take you out like eating lunch with you

Trust issues, wonder why I'm having trust issues

All I wanted was the feature or the bread back

Not the wanted signs all in my city for your head clap

It was bout doe, I brung the chicken and the bread

You will prolly sell your soul, you ain't doing what you said

You a blood sucking, motherfucking insect, tick

Heard you in and out the feds because you getting caught with sticks

Wasn't selling all them bricks, wasn't hitting niggas shit

Heard you getting hit with shit

Mike Jack, this is it

I paint it red in the whip, changed the color of the tint

Fugees playing, kill em softly, this is not what they meant

Pop one to get em off me

Might throw em two more and another one, lanky like Zack Greinke

Jersey but they rock a fitted cap say, Home of the Yankees

"Rosewood suit on with the hanky"

Hip hop whoever said that you should thank him

Rajaun you was surfing now you tanking

I mean like you was on the ship, then it sank and

Left you dripping in the shit that your came in

Set a price then start drawing planks and

Acting like your shit don't stink and

I know you prolly laughing to the bank and

I know I see you prolly push your face in

2:00 AM's when the apes all come out

Not a basketball game, where the Jakes all run out, look

Pull out a gun, tell the fakes all come out

It's your world Ak, but I'm a take the stars and the sun out

And I take the moon too

Quarantine Tales from a goon too

How I turn Surf to a lil pool