FREAKS COME OUT AT NIGHT! (feat. Jay Amor)

Cookie, smoke on the gas, got me lifted Pour some codeine out the cup, that I just pissed in Urinate canary diamonds did my wrist in And I'm worth too much money, keep your distance 'Cause I can't f*ck with no hoe, she a broke bitch Trap way too dirty with these roaches Blocks hot, goons hoppin' off of their porches Top notch sports cars, stretchin' out them horses So please don't show up to my party Freaks come out at night, and I'm sorry We go so wild, act retarded And you can't come to my party, no options Hit 250 on the dash in the Mazzi I stay Nobel to my peace, like I'm Gandhi Step up, you get stretched up like Pilates Tec' up, shoot the neck up, not the body Shoot the neck, not the body Dump the four Nickle, made him twitch just like he Bobby Bitches they be on they knees for that Carti Slick shit, I'll sell the ecstasy, so we can party I heard Lil Shottsa's got some bands now (Yeah) Stretchers in the back, he snuck the Blicky's through the background (Ay) See back in high school was the class clown And now I'm movin' up and I'm makin' money Bitches dance now See I don't know How I sold, more records than this coke, that you blow Off that yurky, all that snow, that re-roll Takin' shots at all these folks that you know Yeah, my heart's too cold When I cry, it's straight ice drops Life's too fast Wish that I can make the time stop Cream color Forgiato, flexin' when I hotbox Opps stay in my dreams I'll leave the Blicky on the nightstand Yeah, you should've listened to my bro the first time (First time) 'Cause over here, yeah, the freaks come out at night (Yeah, yeah yeah, oh-oh) At night (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, you did this to yourself, you pushed me there, uh (Pushed me there) Moon turn me to a mothafuckin' werewolf (To a werewolf) And I ain't hidin' over there Like you is scared, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah this the type of shit to make your hair stand up (Hair stand up) You can't pull up to the party, if you ain't up on the list Exotic cars, we livin' large That's why you can't get in this bitch We turnin' off all of the lights Turn up the party with a switch I'm walkin' past these neon lights It's like there's pressure in a spliff Oh, woah, oh-ooh, woah Woah, woah, woah, oh-oh-oh-oh They should've listened I never gave them a chance, uh, uh Bro keep your distance You don't fuckin' understand, uh, uh I'm not one for the talkin', so I started throwin' hands, uh, uh I'm not the one for them hands I be shootin' 'til it jam, uh, uh Now you posse is fallin', so I started smokin' plant, uh, uh Me and Amor in the buildin' We just steady countin' bands, uh, uh F3NIX I told you we rockstars, can't you can tell by the chance, uh, uh Shit, I just be pourin' up Wockhardt that I got from a fan, uh, uh I'm only rockin' designer B.B. Simon hold my pants, uh, uh I'm out Atlanta, then London, now I'm flyin' out to France, uh, uh We the type to fuckin' do it Never ever sayin' can't, uh, uh Since you pull up to the party uninvited I gotta squish you like ant, yeah