Wild Nights

(album: S2 - 2018)

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Watch these hoes, they quick to tell you what these bums say
Shut your trap, bitch, you messy as a subway
Where I'm from, B.S. only end one ways
It's all good 'til that pillow talk turn to gunplay
Niggas should feel gay asking 'bout another man
Give you the finger, then I knock you with the other hand
Fuck them clicks, fuck them likes, I'm the top rhyming
Long way from Sacks eating Top Ramen
Just getting high, yeah, it's time to bring them cars out
Need to smoke, little decks, pull them cards out
You best be ready if you tryna go the war route
Everybody get shot, you would think we bought a bar out
Baby schooled me, now we zooming up Mulholland Drive
Look my way, she tried to trip, told her, "Shut up and drive"
She knew to listen, other bitches blowing up my phone
She started yelling, told her, "Quick, you better watch your tone"
In the car, P don't argue 'less it's 'bout the bread
Ain't 'bout shit without the chips, like a county spread
Hit your baby momma house, had her spread her legs
Bust my nut and then I dip before she make the bed
Yeah, I'm a dawg but the Eagle bark
[?] butcher but I'll make 'em tear your meat apart
Ferrari swerving, pull up serving all you garbage cans
Hit the stash, one hunnid grand in a target bag

We used to play the hill cat, birdie BMW
Bottles and free dope'll have these bitches loving you
Shipment just came in, active, go pick it up
We got the best grey, yeah, they try to skip it up

The money good but I'm feeling funny inside
Swear I ain't been the same since Jen died
Since the funeral, I cried like ten times
I still ain't over it, if I could keep it ten dimes
Drop my eyes, keep it moving, I got bags to get
Smelling like weed in a boujeest establishments
You girl a bop though I didn't, yeah, I coulda hit her
Coke head, you shoulda seen how that sugar hit her

Loud pipes, wild nights, shorty, that's my life
I take one 'fore I let you take one for me
Shoutout my homie, Gizzle, she's a fresh ass *bleep*
I fuck all the hoes, please save some for me

Yeah, it's all about the money, man, these niggas don't matter
Rich or broke, poor or rich, man, these niggas gon' chatter
Baby tryna come up so she looking for ladders
Beef time, yeah, I swear we put these niggas on platters
And eat 'em up
Instead of shooting niggas, yeah, I'd rather beat 'em up
'Cause if we pop, nigga's gon' tell and we gon' be in cuffs
Diamond Lane, we for playing, it's just me and luck
Niggas like us 'cause we been on their song, let's keep it buck
I was living in my Honda with my first born
Took a tax, it came as me like a good porn
Jaylen came then my temper made it change some
Studio on Derm, pull my shotty out on day ones

Had to let these niggas know I'm on that dumb shit
You come in here and disrepect me, I'ma bust this
I'ma give it to you raw like a slap, bitch

Problem, the one nigga y'all don't wanna fuck with
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P-P-Problem, the one nigga y'all don't wanna fuck with
P-P-Problem, the one nigga y'all don't wanna fuck with