Late Nights

Baby's line is motherfuckin' hard as fuck Tell me what you want, I'm on the type of time you want

Don't be tryin' to tell me bullshit, don't be tryin' to lead me on I ain't tryin' to hear it, nigga, get on the shit that we be on

Heard they listen to the music, it be therapy through the song It be late nights in the streets like they be on

Sittin' doin' wrong, never ridin', rushin' through these songs It's the mood I'm on, tryin' to see them all

100 milli', put my niggas on Designer, it be fake shit, they be flashin

Losing too much weight, I think he fasting Bitch up in my face, she said she passed him

She done had him, but money do it better to twin bitches, why them

Don't try to get me in the race, nigga, I don't pass them

We do it large, coming from a back street to a boulevard You don't gotta at me, I'ma pull your car

You don't know what that mean, play your part You gotta play it smart, you gotta say it right