Nights

Look at these bitches they woke
I put a clip with a scope
I’m off the hip with the smoke
Now they be all my on dick
Cause I finally be getting that shit
That they get that they won’t
I’m on a boat and these hoes tripping
My homie we dipping
I got you lil bro
Don’t need no flipping
You know that we kicking
If you wanna sip and that shit’ll get poured
We on the road
I don’t got time
Get off my dick and then get on your grind
Lit off a brick and a lick
Wit a stick and a whip
Trynna dip while I’m gripping that 9
Bitches be lying
Critics be hating
But I don’t let that shit stick to my mind
Cause i be throwing that shit like I’m Payton
I know it wasn’t fate and it wasn’t a sign
I was in lin getting my lunch
When i thought shit maybe i could just rhym
I had been flunking all my shit for months
And i thought up in school wasn’t shit I could find
I was just blind or maybe I wasn’t
I worked for my cousin so i could get mine
And then i was buzzing and then i just wasn’t
But homie I’ve found that that wasn’t my prime
Now I can shine
Now I can say
Everything finally moved out of my way
Now i could get a designer like ye
Now i be spitting and writing a play
I’m in the bay grinding like stephen
Go right to my left ain’t no sliding to klay
Ride to my to death
Ain’t no riding in theft
So in spite of my breath they be hiding afraid
I been the wave
Nightly
Woah
I need smoke
Pour up drank
I be slow
Roll up dank
I need mo
That’s like me though
That’s like me though
Fucking some bitches im harder than
I dont even fuck with the stitches
Because that shit itches but this is my cardigan
And i started them they be sucking my dick
And sick of the tricking and bargaining
But just seem to forget that im all on my shit
So im quick and slicker and smarter than
I remember another december
I had to defend i pretend that i talk on the phone
Now when im off the gin i i be coughing up flem
But i still gotta lock on the throne
All this shit off a pen but i gotta repent
Off the hen when im walking at home
Cause thought it was them
And the clock hitting ten
Ill be when gone with the wind
When im on the patron
Tell me how these motherfuckers
Never even really thought i try to get a house
Now they looking at the shit i bought
And hoe be on my wallet
I been solid you could never even follow the accounts
And whatever you can call it i be living and im balling
I be tripping when im stalling i been brought up on an ounce meaning this ain’t
even wylin i been with my homie kyle and
Im about to tell the pilot how to fly in when i bounce
High in the amounts
Bitches ain’t this
Flying in the clouds and i really can’t miss
Crying in her blouse fucking with the same bitch
Homie i been running round trynna get chain switched not
I ain’t fuck with the sound yall spit a lame pitch
Shit spit about a pound that shit the language
We be really getting loud im lit in cambridge
You ain’t really getting down im getting plain rich
(Outro)
Ooooo
You were all I knew
Baby
Ooooo