Nick At Night (feat. X Racks)

Yeah Yeah, alright, yeah, alright Yeah, alright, yeah, alright Yeah, uh My lil' bitch a vamp cause she want dick at night F*ck on cam and put it on TV like it was Nick at night Purple jeans, mix it with the Fendi and the Ricks, alright Skinny nigga rockin' baggy pants so my shit fit alright Steppin' out in clothes you can't put on cause I got drip, alright Hit the club with hundreds in my pocket like I'm crip tonight I don't drink but f*ck it, I been winnin', I might sip tonight Play with me, it cost a fee, like why you wanna risk your life Look, hit a nigga seven times and watch his body drop Watch him close the casket, niggas made his body rot Choppa doin' extra hits, no karate chop I been shittin' on these niggas like a potty stop Nigga caught one to the head and couple body shots First nigga try to do some dumb shit, gettin mollywhopped I love to kick it with his bitch, she give me sloppy top Them hollow tips, ate his skin, he did a froggy hop Cut my nigga off, turned to a junkie from a crack dealer My youngin's really 15 and they robbin', they some cash stealers Used to be a broke boy but scammin' got my stacks bigger F*ck the whole world, can't be like you, I ain't no ass kisser Up the score on niggas, we get bodies like some mass killers Mad because your bitch gon' play this song but I'm just that nigga Said you wasn't Gunna and you a Thug, but you a rat nigga Pockets need some lipo on the way cause they got fat, nigga I ain't text my bitch in months, she might get dick tonight Pull up on your ass like Superman, I got my Kryptonite Post to addy, where you at? And he get hit on sight This Glock gon' hit you hard as f*ck, that's why I grip it tight He movin' sus up in his bitch, told lil bro end his life I'm in the function, trustin' nothing, bitch, I'm clutchin' pipe I pull up with that stick to kill, but you pull up to fight These hollow tips be in his dreams, now he can't sleep at night Banana backwood with an eighth because I love the taste Rollin' spliffs all day, my bitch don't know how I could feel my face I'm in that track, I'm doin' 90, I can't touch the brakes I'm with a bad bitch and she classy, flew her out the state Only 9 AM, I hit the plug, it's time to bust a plate I'm tryna run this money up, I got no time to wait My alphabet different, dont got A's just got a lot of K's I love to rap, but ARP's gon' sing a song like Drake Ayo, X yo, we smoke cookies, not no purple haze If a nigga want the smoke, then we gon' tell him, bring the sage Yo, K-Dawgg, like, why that nigga lacking? We don't play I brought the Glock, but my lil' niggas know he brought the K Went from sellin' streets to now we sellin' out the stages K and X gon' make a movie with a lethal weapon in broad day Both be fuckin' tens from L.A., we met off of Broadway Count a hundred K in cash, man, niggas really had a long day We young niggas, really come from sellin' work in hallways I keep a strap that's in the backseat, wait for niggas all day I'm tryna get this paper, me and K-Dawgg in that V, they know my niggas switchin' lanes And I be tryna tell this bitch I'm not the one, I'll never stay But I be on that same shit, that's a lame jit with no pape You niggas really goin' both ways, like My lil' bitch a vamp, cause she want dick at night F*ck on cam and put it on TV like it was Nick at night Purple jeans, mix it with the Fendi and the Ricks, alright Skinny nigga rockin' baggy pants so my shit fit alright Steppin' out in clothes you can't put on cause I got drip alright Hit the club with hundreds in my pocket like a crip tonight I don't drink but f*ck it, I been winnin', I might sip tonight