Ton1ght ft. Ricc, Trolla & BAKE4 Lyrics

My niggas pop out tonight

They see me and BAKE they know to get back, cause we move like thief in the night

These bitches get wet when they see the Tec, that shit gon fold up like a bike

I get it I flex, muscle stay tensed yeah they always feeling so tight

Nigga I'm feeling alright

My diamonds is cold and wet like the seas

Stacking bread, counting Gs

Smoking on Mary Jane, I feel like Spider-Man yeah when he swings

Niggas pull up to the scene

Bitches popping hell of beans

This gon be a good night tonight but I ain't singing no Black Eye Peas

So

Tell me what you want

That money steady counting

These pills it make me nauseous

I'm so geeked nigga I don't know how to feel

So tell me what you want

These bitches they still coming

But deep down I feel nauseous

I'm out tonight so you can't tell me how to feel

World treating me different as I'm coming up I got love for the fam, but they tried to play me like I'm dumb

In them trenches I carry a gun, them trenches made me who I am I ain't changing it up

Tasting my kids or you tasting my blunt, she gone do what I do so she rolling it up

I took them risk on that road for some months, just to get it for us I was risking it all

If I told you the truth would you really believe me

Show me you hate me, act like I ain't see it

Handle my business but don't call me a demon, had a eighth of some weed it was me and little Te we was tryna make 5 hundred for the end of the week

My nigga crossed me that shit hurt me deep, I'm a run into you before you run into me

You wanna talk shit I think that you want sum from me

Big mop, got that in my coat.

You don't smoke dutches , you don't even smoke

Roll a splift on the block I'ma float.

He claim he spinning, he don't got a lo

On the backstreet in the rain and the snow

Ball on these bitches I don't check the score

I'm on the backstreet in the rain and the snow

Ball on these bitches I don't check the score

I'm high all the time, bitch I might do the most

Cop me a pj I'm hitting the coast

Pimping for life and you tryna settle, I don't need a wife

We left him on stuck, he got hit with a right

He act like a new man now he got a pipe

It's just me and my brother I swear it's on sight

Came up off a goofy I'm hopping the fences, tryna get me some cheese so I get out the trenches

Tell me what you want

That money steady counting

These pills it make me nauseous

I'm so geeked nigga I don't know how to feel

So tell me what you want

These bitches they still coming

But deep down I feel nauseous

I'm out tonight so you can't tell me how to feel

Every day I'm totin the blick, and I swear this bitch got a kick

Smoking on gas, this shit got me lit

Mask tight you can't get a flick

On my grind stacking paper and chips

Shorty ass fat I'm tryna see if it lift

10 milly, I refuse to use fist

On the 4, l be out of the mix

I got a Uzi, I just wanna rock

You bet not get hit in the top

Cause for my brother, I'm totin the chop

Me and my niggas, we been at the top

(Glah Glah) (Dickhead)

If he run, I trip, (Glah)

Beam on his back, he get beat with the stick if I don't got the blick he get beat with the fist

Smoking on nobody, I don't diss the RIP

Tell me what you want (Bitch)

That money steady counting

These pills it make me nauseous

I'm so geeked nigga I don't know how to feel

So tell me what you want

These bitches they still coming

But deep down I feel nauseous

I'm out tonight so you can't tell me how to feel