Late Night

Oh snap, snap, snap What What Hating ass nigga threw banana out the window Whoa, I had to swerve Pussy gotta catch up, bout yo bitch, you must've heard How I was beating down the walls Trust me, she know who to call When she want that pussy mauled She can hit me on the WhatsApp I'm a slide through on a late night Insta kill, max ammo, that pussy got sniped Uh, Mr. Killer, Mr. Driller TLC creep creepin' on a bitch I'm Thriller Mike, Jackson on these bitches, huh Cut her off, need stitches K. Smoove a be your genie, baby Grant you all your wishes All you gotta do is throw that pussy like you pitchin Dodge her like a Dodger, baby She from Cali, L.A F*ck a slut, get a nut, swear I love my life This one might be the one, but I can't make her no wife Cause I'm addicted to bitches Hundreds, twenties, fifties, and big-ass titties Hell yeah, I'm still in the studio What you doin' Why the f*ck you didn't answer my call on the first time I was watching Pablo and filing his nails And now I'm eatin' ice cream in my boxers, bro Hey, can I tell you something Yeah, what's up I appreciate you for getting my name tatted on you Man, you didn't even want me to get it tatted on me For real though, that shit look sexy on your neck Thank you Don't you think I tatted your name on me for you I tatted it on me for me