nightowl$

Yeah look Aye I heard somebody tell me I couldn't rap It was it was after the last one they said I didn't have bars (Kamano made it) Kamano I told em' Ya know I only do this shit when the sun's down man Yeah It's the bad boy the party boy he back up on his shit again Heard he said he wanna get to work he wanna get it in Let's get it then Gather all your homies in a circle I'ma get the pen And I'ma spin em' all like a motherfuckin' ceiling fan I ain't one these SoundCloud rappers you been dealing with I ain't sippin' lean to push no image I don't really live Homie pay like 500 a day for that studio You can fool them stupid hoes but me? I'm seeing through it though Superman S's on my chest not from a cape or from a vest It's your girl running fingers from my head down to my neck You know I got these vices to alleviate the stress That's why I'm spinning right back I should've left Cause she grip it with gorilla type strength I'ma take a picture with you just don't throw it on the net Let me switch up the bars like cellular charge These two women talk about me so much think they want a menage I already hit the one I think the other got salty Shout out to Locals though that's where I get my coffee All them girls love me at the stand and they all my friends You the only one that wanna dance call the ambulance uh They wanna roll with the night owls ayy Think they can roll with the night owls baby Think she can kick it with the night owls Sundown lights out we gon' do em right now Ayy they wanna roll with the night owls Ayy think she can roll with the night owls Baby think she can kick it with the night owls Sundown lights out we gon' do em right now And shit while we on the topic of dramatic women Rappers out my town need to sit down should really quit it We already know the ones that spittin and they spittin' with me C Joose Drzl in the studio they all with me Night owls comin' out in the moonlight The sundown that's the only time we move and we move quiet Why is it you always flashing all your shit on Instagram? Shit you lucky Kree ain't around he'd like them kicks you wearin' He a good dude you should get to know him I ain't playin' But on second thought he'd hate a pussy like you players Feelin' like DZ stackin' cookies smokin' flavors Got like this all on my own don't owe em' no favors You can catch the drizzle in the streets in the nighttime Creepin' with my peeps homegrown tapes bumpin' in the jeep As a matter of fact this an inspection for wack rap They're shit is too puny check out my homie produced it (Mano made it) They speakin' in the same tongues that seal they spliffs But I'm sober till I bite the nerve to feel this bitch I ain't rich but when I'm high I own like 15 cars I'm doin' 80 down the strip with Cuban links on Spend my bag up at the thrift spot Pike and Belmont Eatin' euros in a drop top forgot the hot sauce New Balance 998s with the high top dress socks All my bitches rockin' college swag Harvard crop tops Stop let's pull an overnighter All my sessions on a graveyard shift They make my rhymes sound tighter Finish packin' up my bowl and roll my thumb on the igniter And we pass around that hash like a basketball Mic check the rock nothin' but net swisher sweets Calisthenics in the morning but at night we on freak Must I remind you that nothin' in this world is for free But don't be stressin' life provides no money back guarantees So count your blessings I learnt my best lessons with blood The soundtrack to my cruisin' is the sound of drugs I stay faded if you pussy pull a bait and switch And now you callin' up your moms like "they laced my shit!" I ain't got no more time for bitches givin' me lip So bring it up with your actions or you just throwin' a fit I'm chewin' ginseng things and smoke backwoods It's givin' me the edge when I'm faded to protect my manhood These big booty bitches always good for the looks But they empty in they souls hollow heads read a book So caught up in they outer shell they trickin' themselves Every night I one night stand I make them book the motel Higher standards for the man and his crew flyin' through the grid Catchin' some heat we on the news always makin' headlines We efficient bitch so f*ck a deadline I'm rackin' up records higher than Earl Sweat's hairline My homies nice off the cuff it's pay-per-view for these bars Best believe we got the bars to take out all of your guards We on some grown shit spittin' no sweat on my palms And when I'm clutchin' up the mic you better sound the alarms Yeah The owls with the dogs in the nighttime