Nights Lyrics

Look at these bitches they woke

I put a clip with a scope

I'm off the hip with the smoke

Now they be all my on dick

Cause I finally be getting that shit

That they get that they won't

I'm on a boat and these hoes tripping

My homie we dipping

I got you lil bro

Don't need no flipping

You know that we kicking

If you wanna sip and that shit will get poured

We on the road

I don't got time

Get off my dick and then get on your grind

Lit off a brick and a lick

Wit a stick and a whip

Trynna dip while I'm gripping that 9

Bitches be lying

Critics be hating

But I don't let that shit stick to my mind

Cause I be throwing that shit like I'm Payton

I know it wasn't fate and it wasn't a sign

I was in line getting my lunch

When I thought shit maybe I could just rhyme

I had been flunking all my shit for months

And I thought up in school wasn't shit I could find

I was just blind or maybe I wasn't

I worked for my cousin so I could get mine

And then I was buzzing and then I just wasn't

But homie I've found that that wasn't my prime

Now I can shine

Now I can say

Everything finally moved out of my way

Now I could get a designer like ye

Now I be spitting and writing a play

I'm in the bay grinding like Stephen

Go right to my left ain't no sliding to Klay

Ride to my to death

Ain't no riding in theft

So in spite of my breath they be hiding afraid

I been the wave

All day

All night

All day

All night

Nightly

Woah

I need smoke

Pour up drank

I be slow

Roll up dank

I need more

That's like me though

That's like me though

Fucking some bitches I'm harder than

I don't even fuck with the stitches

Because that shit itches but this is my cardigan

And I started them they be sucking my dick

And I'm sick of the tricking and bargaining

But they seem to forget that I'm all on my shit

So I'm quicker and slicker and smarter than

I remember another December

I had to defend I pretend that i talk on the phone

Now when I'm off the gin I be coughing up phlegm

But I still got a lock on the throne

All this shit off a pen but I gotta repent

Off the hen when I'm walking at home

Cause thought it was them

And the clock hitting ten

I'll be when gone with the wind

When I'm on the patron

Tell me how these motherfuckers

Never even really thought i try to get a house

Now they looking at the shit i bought

And hoe be on my wallet

I been solid you could never even follow the accounts

And whatever you can call it I be living and I'm balling

I be tripping when I'm stalling I been brought up on an ounce

Meaning this ain't even wylin I been with my homie Kyle and

I'm about to tell the pilot how to fly in when I bounce

High in the amounts

Bitches ain't this

Flying in the clouds and I really can't miss

Crying in her blouse fucking with the same bitch

Homie I been running round trynna get chain switched not

I ain't fuck with the sound y'all spit a lame pitch

Shit spit about a pound that shit the language

We be really getting loud I'm lit in Cambridge

You ain't really getting down I'm getting plain rich

All day

All night

All day

All night

Nightly

Woah

I need smoke

Pour up drank

I be slow

Roll up dank

I need mo

That's like me though

That's like me though

Ooooo

You were all I knew

Baby

Ooooo