Midnight

Do you know what it's about All these oppa niggas foo, they know barg know what's up Coming out the side door, he outta line we park his truck But they know lil barg good, f*ck a opp go roll a wood Clutching, glicky in my pant like O I wish a nigga would Fucking bitches, we got bodies, Oski rapping like he quanny I know where the cash at, the cash stash, we doing 90 I stop fucking with a bro, that nigga find me, he my dime me Moving piff right by the pound and got the cash and you can chime in I was moving with them clippers, catch a opp, you get a lining Put some grease up on this glicky, he got rusty, now he's shining Wet him up just like a mop, like a cherry that pussy pop Oski round that nigga drop, round that water like a dock All them niggas f*ck with jammers, f*ck around, go get a lock Spinning back, I want it top, drop his ass right by his lock And we stacked up like some sandwich, all my niggas keeping bread I spent once, I know he dead, I told the Oski hit his head Tell a bitch to come and f*ck, put a switchie on his semi You ain't Donald or you can't duck, and these bitches out they body Get them high, they don't f*ck, tell them niggas they be sliding They gon' die and that's on us, wack his ass just for a buck shot his tummy na it's tuck, smoking zazzy, got me stuck Like a toilet, we got him flushed, told that nigga he don't come outside Like Reg, we in this bush, he a opp, we know he's smushed They got La barg in the bush, pop out dripping with some chains That boy a goofy, that shit took, no rich from bars, looks He a ghost, that nigga shook, uh I can't play, I want him dead, spend it back with five, five, six And take his bones, straight out his legs, I been aiming for his head So I knocked off a couple dreams, all I f*ck, I know it's green Boy I ain't stopping at no red, smoking fat boy box the shed Draw him up, fill him with lead, f*ck the opp like it's just me And heem we posting in this bitch, got this Glocky on my hip No need no beam up on this switch, catch a nigga lacking he know what it is so he aint flinch That's his block, you know we bent, need a trap, so we gon' rent Coming fresh him out, the dryer, blood on shirt, just like some lint And them chu chu's go for ten, hurt her nunu she said I go coo-coo when I put it in, Tell that nigga we gon flat his tires if he spin again, I just hope that all the rats Gon' die free bro nem out that pen, I know heem been tryna sin got LeCam up in this bitch, Ransom geekin' with a laRico You know bro nem got the stick, treat a nigga like some magic Do him bad, we got a trick, she a freak, can't get no kiss Treat a nigga like some madden, we gon' play him, get a blitz