NyghtWritas Lyrics

Catch me in my ride, catch me, catch me in my ride

With no pistol on the side, you don't wanna die

The devil creepin' up on you, ayy

Lurkin' in the shadows to regain where we come from

Has he come for you, woah

Indulgin' in the bitter sweet taste of the forbidden fruit

Where we come from

It's opportune when you lack the fool

Take a light to you, light it up to fuel

Send you off to space, see you burnin' for the same cause

Where we come from

The devil creepin' up on you, ayy

Lurkin' in the shadows to regain where we come from

Has he come for you, woah

Yeah, uh, metal of honor, fuckin' someone's daughter

I'm a daddy, but not a baby's father

I'm in the cut, like this was operation

GPS, show me your destination

Now she wide like a cannon

Granddaddy glad, cause she grad false tears

Like next to an onion, like why am I yawning

Is it cause these kids thinkin' that they hard, uh

But how you vision, being on television

Holdin' hands to some Gucci, Gucci, Gucci bitches

Balls full of fire, like a dragon started livin

Without us, it's not complete, like a house without a ceiling

Middle finger up for these hoes

But this pussy stays on hold

Me and Ble$$ are so overdosed

And Tenshi with the anecdote, uh

Now stay quiet, a moment of silence

Natural disaster, when I pass, you hear the sirens

I'm on my last life, so you know I'ma wild up

Anti-Illuminati, so you know I'm blessed up

With dead men, who ain't scared to die

You sound like a bitch, and I bitch you would die

Better know the truth, cause with that, you will survive

In this world, there is no sight, so you better be alive

Let em

Catch me in my ride, catch me, catch me in my ride

With no pistol on the side

You don't wanna die

The devil creepin' up on you, ay

Lurkin' in the shadows to regain where we come from

Has it come for you, woah

Indulgin' in the bitter sweet taste of the forbidden fruit

Where it come from

It's opportune when you lack the food

Takin' light to you, lightin' up the fuel

Send you off to space, so you plan it for the sake of

Where it come from

The devil creepin' up on you, ay

Lurkin' in the shadows to regain where we come from

Has it come for you, woah

9am, I'm surprised I'm alive again

Zombie walk, cause I am dead

Mr. Pessimistic, with a life of dread

Couldn't hold a job, so I found a way to break bread

Not even talkin' about all the gang shit

Cause the gang shit is the lame shit

Put you in the dirt ahead of time

Takin' advice from your favorites

And if you ain't got it like this, you're just dead weight

In a dead place, tryna go supersonic like a jet plane

And the one way was a fun head

So you're goin' super dumb, yellin' Treyway, Treyway

Flexin' on the gram, hundred racks for a brown eyed bitch

Fake love, and she got you whipped

Little taste of the green, would you like to dip

I could sell my soul, get my pockets full

Surface from the surface, cause the surface isn't perfect

Standing shoulder to shoulder, we can probably move this boulder

That is life

Instead you'd rather see me die, burn in hell

Catch me in my ride

Catch me, catch me in my ride

With a pistol on the side

You don't wanna die