Still Up All Night

(albüm: Still Up All Night - 2016)

I got the city on fire
I got the hitters for hire
You know the whips is Italian
You know Pirelli the tires
Baby girl holding drugs even on probate
Know they watching but we never make it clear
Where a nigga could be located
Parkside how I growed up
Now I'm drinking 'til I throwed up
No time for the stand still
Classy niggas, what's the hold up?
Fuck all the dreams they be selling
Four-seater, we balling and selling dope
Pull up Mercedes and give 'em hope
I'm down to die 'til this shit is over
Hundreds on Villanova
Grew up my uncles is whipping soda
Pray that I blow up, the wait is over
Like I shake the coca, I could make you over bitch
Purses and heels that you need
Start to see issues, you see, hey
Say I'm the one that you need
She tried to lock me down, throw away the key, nah, nah, yeah
Bitch act like you been around some money
Bitch act like you been around some baller
When you needed someone to call up
I'm in the meeting with bosses
I only meet with the bosses
When I see you, I see losses
300k up of nothing
Tell Flex to press on the button

I'm probably better alone
You make it harder to love you
You probably good on your own
Baby I promise to judge you
Still up all night, no sleeping
Still up all night, no sleeping
I'm probably better alone
You make it harder to love you
You probably good on your own
Baby I promise to judge you
Still up all night, no sleeping
Still up all night, no sleeping

Pull a 10/10
Pull up on a 10/10
Want some girl on the ten, ten
Ten, ten
Seventeen on the ten, ten
On the ten, ten
Baby let's not pretend, 'tend
Baby let's not pretend, 'tend
Baby let's not pretend, 'tend
Pretend, 'tend
Baby let's not pretend
Ready
I'ma switch flows