Late

Suavé oh so Suavé oh so Don't feel like talking now Don't hit my phone when it's late Cause I'm lost in a haze A smoke cloud Weekends rolling loud Don't do emotions now Had the world turn fake Tall grass was full of snakes But they washed now And a young nigga on now I been in my bag baby Louis V Duffle Hearts up on my Gucci sneakers If you wanna shuffle Pockets getting heavy Push no weight but I got muscle Ooo oooo baby Can you tell me something bout you I don't know Better watch yo hoe cause she might come home With a nigga like me Unheard of cologne And a pair of white teeth Yea yea yea yea It's so crazy how they change Yea they switch up The sunshine turns to rain And they can't stand to see me lit up Know the perky heal the pain I roll the kush up f*ck a swisher Miss how You use To say my name But now You got them mixed up I can't f*ck with all these hoes Cause they shady Am I gonna take her Home To be honest I don't know that I'm just trynna win this game of life And that's a cold fact Oh yea Got a cold heart I had to do some cold things I had to give some shit away So In return I could receive What we been been livin for Hating niggas be killin for I'm talking bout late night scheming on a bag I'm Talking bout Louis V Christian Dior bags Talkin bout brand new foreigns With paper tags Running up the racks And how you never goin back I ain't just talking bout To all that did me wrong I really fucking hope you hear this It's no hate in my heart for you Your oppressions are forgiven Just know that I don't f*ck with you Respect is earned not given And that's cold facts So Lemme light my spliff back up Call my bitch back up And sip my Henny real slow And sip my Henny real slow It's getting late It's getting late It's getting late It's getting late yea