Just Dark Now (Scary Hours) Lyrics

Yea

Let's go

Look

Tired you fucking with me girl when I'm on my grind

Will i ever made it bitch yea in due times

Love me or hate me well bitch its about time

You gon hate me when beep

and you on the line

They gon hate me when sweep and they cant find

How you like me now bitch imma fine dime

Wasnt even on my mind when you leave town

I just fiend on the music like its crunch line

Run a clip before a nigga get a piece a mine

How you feel nigga now you get a peace a mind

Flip the script nigga now my little pen a nine

Overtaking niggas cause it be a fine line

So demonic on the D girl you hell a kind

Lose my mind fucking with you girl Alzhei

City hit me when it cold that is low down

Never gan well I ever let my guard down

Hit the ground running when they say I need to slow down

Biggie with a diddy watch my lit the floor now

Winnie with some honey Imma lick my fingers now

Money on the money let that shit compound

Myrtle beach the city that I represent

Sign, Seal, Press now you got a nigga heaven sent

Thinking that they sick until I tell a dog sit

Run up the nigga when you need some Hall mint

Wonder why they always wanna fuck with my shit

Riding round the city in a fucking crown Vic

You dont need this heat I'm over twenty one bitch

I'll Take it next level on some omicron shit

Pussy do not test me like I am Dat baby

Cold with my style but my style so wavy,

Imma go yeezus on them niggas like ye be

I be so dark that you niggas like daisy

Back home where they try to put you in a Styrofoam

Little did they know that a star will form

Couple years later all he see is opportunist

She don't wanna ride but she wanna be a Eunice

I done pay it no mind and now a nigga thoughtless

Reframe from the question when she asking where my heart is

Tell me that you love me but I never really saw it

Please do not kiss me when we all up in publix

Toxic! Toxic! Girl we just toxic

Six flags on ya when you say a nigga childish

middle fingers to your friends like fuck they know bout my shit

Imma go on rampage yow i need to switch the subject

Hate it when they say that the money aint an object

When I'm done cleaning all this blood off my carpet

Let them nigga talk with this money in my pocket

how you gon ask when you know i be the darkest

Room full a murders so they gonna be cautious

Looking them niggas when they know they cant solve it

Words so polish I aint even need college

So talk shit nigga all I hear is just silence