Bedtime ft. Sneaky Sosama Lyrics

Whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh, aye

Ring, ring, ring, that's all I heard today

My brody really slimy, type to pop you when you turn away

My bitch really a goddess, Aphrodite, she don't play

Pussy, I ain't with that hearsay, that horseplay, that gun up on my waist

But fuck the streets, I need some tour dates

You ratted for the cheese, I hope he kill you at yo court date

Tell me how it's beef, boy, you sweeter than some sorbet

I been robbin niggas since a jit and I'ma leave wit it

All up on another nigga turf, I got my cleats in it

I just copped a brand new ARP, it got a heat censor

If I don't got the blicky on me, I'ma beat niggas

Hit him with that choppa, I bet it make em frail

I done took a lot of dubs, I had to take a lot of Ls

I had to learn from my mistakes, so many times, I had to fail

This shit done turned me to a demon, had to crawl from outta hell

Walk a nigga down, that blicky knock him off his balance

Ask about me in the hood, they gon say Mondo, he be wildin

Don't play with the Six, I swear to God, it's gon get violent

I can't ever be no snitch, if I get caught, I'm gon stay silent

I won't never talk

600 Murder Mafia, you can't name a better block

My bro invest in Glocks, he hit yo head and watch it sever off

If he ain't worthy of that pipe, my brother finna take that metal off em

Stone cold like Steve Austin, I can get ya team dropped

I can teach you how to turn a chicken to a peacock

In them trenches makin Louie money in some Reeboks

I fuck around and double cross the plug and now his knees locked

We'll turn yo mans into a headline

Huh, huh

This Glock gon put a nigga to sleep like it's bedtime

What I got up in my wood? I'm smokin dead guys

Duck the Jakes before I ever do some Fed time

I know niggas that got hit up in they shit wit a switch

I ain't beefin wit no nigga who ain't really in the mix

Catch me creepin in yo bushes, tryna hop out wit a stick

You won't catch me on my ass, if I go broke, I hit a lick

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