Getting Late ft. Walt Mansa Lyrics

Told the bih, don't wait up, I'll be home late

Fuck you talkin' bout

Some player shit for you to ride to

I've been ten toes, shit changed when I made up my mind

Made up my, ooh yeah

And we ain't chasin' hoes, but you can see me rollin' with a dime

It's getting real late, late, late

Real late, late, late

She gon' smoke, smoke, smoke

I'm gon' drink, drink, drink

It's getting real late, real late

She gon' smoke, smoke, smoke

I'll drink, drink, drink

Getting real late

I was in the field like a blade of grass

I was up at Stogies, seen her walkin' and made a pass

My first day back, off the semen retention

I had to stop and change positions off the rip just to make it last

That might be TMI, but it's real shit

You 26, watchin' porn and fantasizin' is weird shit

I was hittin' City Champ up for some beard tips

He blamed it on genetics, this lil' patch had me real sick

But I'm cut from a cloth when I get my shit off

I be walkin' around this motherfucker like I'm Rick Ross

They tried to the book with no deposit, shit, you gotta be kidding

Niggas must've lost they mind, shit, it gotta be missin

Lil' baby from Hyde Park just keep braggin' about me to her family

She think she made it, I'm her lottery ticket

It's better days ahead, we don't gotta revisit

Hit the scene and I treat it like a artery incision

I've been ten toes, shit changed when I made up my mind

Made up my, ooh yeah

And we ain't chasin' hoes, but you can see me rollin' with a dime

It's getting real late, late, late

Real late, late, late

She gon' smoke, smoke, smoke

I'm gon' drink, drink, drink

It's getting real late, real late

She gon' smoke, smoke, smoke

I'll drink, drink, drink

Getting real late