Saturday Night

They need it to function they know I got it it’s nothing Help myself get to stuffing these pockets full of them onions And I ain’t talking food, we ain’t sitting down at a luncheon Mike brought a pack of raws we bust it up and then stuff them Then it’s Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off Always on the ball, we're never falling off Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off Rolling it up in the morning Hopping in the Chevy working bright and early Smoking it, you smell the odor Coming out the windows while I got it smoking Picking me up in a Rover Now I’m in the shotty windows fucking tinted Moving like we got the Covid Quarantine well that’s fine with me They still need service Need purpose All black like a fleet of hearses And we got the soap no detergent And it’s good they don’t overwork it I’m always working Full time grind like I owe it and they need it urgent But I don’t because that’s my boy He done hooked me up and I made it worth it Hooligang promise Everybody getting commas Everybody staying honest Everybody move like bosses Winning we never take losses Wishing that you knew the process Knowing you don’t have the stories so you make them up and we laugh at that nonsense Ask what it cost us Everything we had when we didn’t have it Nobody helped us so we made it happen I went from the bench to the fuckin team captain Hooligang in the fucking house Seven hundred five I brought all the guys and we in this bitch 'til we clean it out They need it to function they know I got it it’s nothing Help myself get to stuffing these pockets full of them onions And I ain’t talking food, we ain’t sitting down at a luncheon Mike brought a pack of raws we bust it up and then stuff them Then it’s Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off Always on the ball, we're never falling off Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off They need it to function they know I got it it’s nothing Help myself get to stuffing these pockets full of them onions And I ain’t talking food, we ain’t sitting down at a luncheon Mike brought a pack of raws we bust it up and then stuff them Then it’s Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off Always on the ball, we're never falling off Smoke our faces off, smoke our faces off