NIGHT TERRORS Lyrics

Louis V on my belt

They said that I was gon fail

Getting big checks in the mail

Big checks in the mail

I'm getting racks on racks

Fuck that lil bitch from the back

Her ass fat she make it clap

Ima feel up on her cat

So many hundreds I rubber band

Too many I need another hand

Hit him and he did the running man

I'm off the percs and the Vicodin

Woah, woke up two hoes did em' both

She got mad coke in her nose

She a bimbo hit the pole

She got a big ass drop it low

Woke up two hoes did em' both

She got mad coke in her nose

She a bimbo hit the pole

Louis V on my belt

They said that I was gon fail

Getting big checks in the mail

Big checks in the mail

I'm getting racks on racks

Fuck that lil bitch from the back

Her ass fat she make it clap

Ima feel up on her cat

Shawty want the attention

She gon' fuck for a mention

She just wanted the paper

I wanna fuck I won't date her

I wanna fuck I won't date her

She say that she like my flavor

She clean me up okay

She wanna fuck all day

Fuck that I need to go get payed

Never chasin a hoe

Ima chase bags and I smoke on the dope

She don't want nothin but sex and the blow

I'm driving way too fast

I ain't even see the dash

I'm off xans I hope I don't crash

I got bands I'm stacking the cash