Jairus King - Midnight in OP Lyrics

Jairus King nigga
Yeah
Whole lotta playa shit ya feel me
Look
Whaaan
I wake her up I crank the engine it's like 12:30
Way I been putting in work
It done got my nails dirty
Back in the slab vision blurry
But I'm still stirring
9 on me like Rondo
With the 30 like I'm Steph Curry
Whipping round my city
I'm dipping ducking them potholes
Know I be on that Henny
Tonight we drinking moscato
Gas burning she running low
I pull up by the liquor store
My shawty need some gars
She grabbed my Henny and some Stella Rose
Bumping UGK cause shawty know I keep it Trill
I put 65 on 4
Now we gone block all through the Hill
She just grabbed a couple grams
From Ms. Sealy color purple
Now we back up on the south
To see my people in Park Circle
What it do cuz she blowing that pack
And I got my blue cups
It's love up on the south
Still my cousins clutching them rugers
Say she feel like royalty
She rolling with the King
Time passing in the slab
We back up in my time machine yeah
A whole lot of 3rd Street shit ya feel me
Chop Shop Boyz yeah
One time for Doogie Dog
My nigga Don yeah
Penoonie
Look look
I keep my heat on the seat
And my car keys on the dresser
Pulling up in whatever
And my trunk be holding pressure
I live in the present
These future bars I don't pass at all
No I can't sleep til they woke
I guess I'm like aterol
Niggas with them games
Break yo Kevin Hart no joking
That be yo ace til he pull yo card
Nigga no poker
I want my change and my coins
And them gold tokens
They know it's me when they gone see
Them 84s poking
They use to laugh at me
Laws steady harassing me
Modern day Fat Pat
Turning my Dreams into Reality unh
They peep that slab and be
Asking me if I'm dope cooking
I pop the trunk and
I beat em up from the subwoofers
Niggas in they feelings
They don't wanna see me win
They be hoping I go back to
Mixing syrup with the gin
F*ck a friend until the end
I know my brothers got my back
Family ties keep me suited
So I know they got my slack nigga yeah
What you talking bout what this barking bout
Catch him out in the parking lot
And park my dot across ya top
Tighten his chest like a halter top
We off tonight that's what he banking
Thinking we can't leave him stinking
Ship sinking he living with plankton
Under the bridge somewhere near Cankton
I'm maintaining my money status
Getting cabbage and living lavish
Feds tripping and using tactics
Dogs sniffing tryna find the plastic
But they gone find the matic
Cause I'ma show it to em
Load hollows and throw it to em
F*ck them hoes we owe it to em
Roll some dro and blow it for em
We riding so they hiding
Niggas trying but they dying
Bullets flying at yo spine
Believe me nigga I'm getting mine
Money bigger call me Diggler
Take a swisher fore some liquor
Be particular about ya issue
Or the Feds'll get you quicker
I'ma hit you then forget ya
Split you like a broken zipper
When we ride niggas die
I hope you bitches get the picture
Getting richer pockets swelling
If they telling I'm rebelling
Letting off about eleven
On the scene then I'm bailing bitch