FREAKS COME OUT AT NIGHT! ft. Jay Amor Lyrics

Cookie, smoke on that gas, got me lifted

Pour some codeine out the cup that I just pissed in

Urinate canary diamonds, did my wrist in

And I'm worth too much money, keep your distance

'Cause I can't fuck with no hoe, she a broke bitch

Trap way too dirty with these roaches

Blocks hot, goons hoppin' off of their porches

Top notch sports cars, stretchin' out them horses

So please don't show up to my party

Freaks come out at night, and I'm sorry

We go so wild, act retarded

And you can't come to my party, no options

Hit 250 on the dash in the Mazzi

I stay Nobel to my peace like I'm Gandhi

Step up, you get stretched up like Pilates

Tec' up, shoot the neck up, not the body

Shoot the neck, not the body

Dump the four nickel, made him twitch just like he Bobby

Bitches they be on they knees for that Carti

Slick shit, I'll sell the ecstasy, so we can party

I heard Lil Shottsa's got some bands now (Yeah)

Stretchers in the back, he snuck the Blicky's through the background (Ay)

See back in high school was the class clown

And now I'm movin' up and I'm makin' money

Bitches dance now

See I don't know

How I sold, more records than this coke

That you blow

Off that yurky, all that snow, that re-roll

Takin' shots at all these folks that you know

Yeah, my heart's too cold

When I cry, it's straight ice drops

Life's too fast

Wish that I can make the time stop

Cream color Forgiato, flexin' when I hotbox

Opps stay in my dreams

I'll leave the Blicky on the nightstand

Yeah, you should've listened to my bro the first time (First time)

'Cause over here, yeah, the freaks come out at night (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-oh)

At night (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, you did this to yourself, you pushed me there, uh (Pushed me there)

Moon turn me to a mothafuckin' werewolf (To a werewolf)

And I ain't hidin' over there

Like you is scared, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah this the type of shit to make your hair stand up (Hair stand up)

You can't pull up to the party, if you ain't up on the list

Exotic cars, we livin' large

That's why you can't get in this bitch

We turnin' off all of the lights

Turn up the party with a switch

I'm walkin' past these neon lights

It's like the pressure in a spliff

Oh, woah, oh-ooh, woah

Woah, woah, woah, oh-oh-oh-oh

They should've listened

I never gave them a chance, uh, uh

Bro keep your distance

You don't fuckin' understand, uh, uh

I'm not one for the talkin, so I started throwin' hands, uh, uh

I'm not the one for them hands

I be shootin' 'til it jam, uh, uh

Now you posse is fallin, so I started smokin' plant, uh, uh

Me and Amor in the buildin

We just steady countin' bands, uh, uh

F3NIX I told you we rockstars, can't you tell by the chance, uh, uh

Shit, I just be pourin' up Wockhardt that I got from a fan, uh, uh

I'm only rockin' designer

B.B. Simon hold my pants, uh, uh

I'm out Atlanta, then London, now I'm flyin' out to France, uh, uh

We the type to fuckin' do it

Never ever sayin' can't, uh, uh

Since you pulled up to the party uninvited

I gotta squish you like ant, yeah