LateNite Shit
Yeah
LateNite Yeah
LateNite Yeah
LateNite Yeah
I could give a f*ck, whatchu mean
O-D-D, bad ass bitch double Ds
That's the clique, if you ain't widdit D-I-E
AC13 Imma let it f*cking sing
Bussin out the damn beam
All I care about it cream
H-A-M double cheese
Yeah, I'm hard to f*ckin please
All I care about is steez & some double f*ckin Gs
Yuh
I got Goyard on my bag
If it ain't money then it's drag
Not time for talkin I need cash
All hunnits I need it fast
I made a way on my own
Pitbulls watch my throne
Count this paper leave me lone
At the crib in my zone
Macaulay Culkin I'm home alone
Invite yo bitch just to bone
My ringtone be her moan
All these hoes I need a clone
Disrespectful on my own
$250 for the zone
Steady plugging all my bros
Designer drip on my clothes
Dressed in white like the pope
I got fantas full of 4's
Paper cuts from these notes
Holy ghost how I glow
Macy day how I float
This is A1 dope
I be spittin' facts
To watch your eyes roll f*ckin' back
Bumpin' spooky in da back
Of da lac dressed in all black
Keep the pistol packed
I be thumbing through the racks
Always in my f*ckin' bagg
I ain't talkin' bout the packs
All these girls care about is stacks
That is so f*ckin' whack
Yuh, Yuh
I'm just talkin' f*ckin' facts
I'm just talking f*cking facts
I'm just talking f*cking facts
Water on my toes
I be dripping like the juice man
Baby said she hate me
So I tied up the loose ends
I got season like some Cuban
Off that pack it had me ruined
Trip off a bird like I'm clueless
Straight to the bread like I need the gluten
Call up a shooter have his ass shooting
The game get strange
F*ck all the loose ends
Spitting to fast
Glock f*ck an uzi
Clap like a booty
Make a nigga woozy
If niggas get moody
Whip em with the Louis
She said "Uh um"
No bitch, excuse me
F*ck on a girl
Fluzies get choosey
Can't f*ck with the law
F*ck boy sue me
Break her heart truly
Gold like I'm Gucci
Shop me a vendor
Contenders all goofy
Watch me Don't lose sleep
F*ck all the peace
Nigga this shit deep
Mothers lose sleep
I'm alien I mean no peace
Lift up the beam
Pop a nigga hot grease
Fresh of a yeam
Leave a bitch knocknee
Hit it like Rocky
Ice call it hockey
I hang w the goth clique
Suck on my rock dick
Lyrically nauseous
Lyrically toxic
Finish & start shit
Whip it, I park it
Light it, I spark it
I keep a stick
Pull it I dip
Big juice what I sip
She gimme lip
Pull off, I dip
Skrt
Like i'm inna race
No tay k
F*ck ray j
Team Kim k
She gimme face
Call my dick mace
I'm in first place
You on da chase
Can't keep the pace
No leave a trace
No leave a trace
Bitch
Yuh
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LateNite Shit
Yeah
LateNite Yeah
LateNite Yeah
LateNite Yeah
I could give a f*ck, whatchu mean
O-D-D, bad ass bitch double Ds
That's the clique, if you ain't widdit D-I-E
AC13 Imma let it f*cking sing
Bussin out the damn beam
All I care about it cream
H-A-M double cheese
Yeah, I'm hard to f*ckin please
All I care about is steez & some double f*ckin Gs
Yuh
I got Goyard on my bag
If it ain't money then it's drag
Not time for talkin I need cash
All hunnits I need it fast
I made a way on my own
Pitbulls watch my throne
Count this paper leave me lone
At the crib in my zone
Macaulay Culkin I'm home alone
Invite yo bitch just to bone
My ringtone be her moan
All these hoes I need a clone
Disrespectful on my own
$250 for the zone
Steady plugging all my bros
Designer drip on my clothes
Dressed in white like the pope
I got fantas full of 4's
Paper cuts from these notes
Holy ghost how I glow
Macy day how I float
This is A1 dope
I be spittin' facts
To watch your eyes roll f*ckin' back
Bumpin' spooky in da back
Of da lac dressed in all black
Keep the pistol packed
I be thumbing through the racks
Always in my f*ckin' bagg
I ain't talkin' bout the packs
All these girls care about is stacks
That is so f*ckin' whack
Yuh, Yuh
I'm just talkin' f*ckin' facts
I'm just talking f*cking facts
I'm just talking f*cking facts
Water on my toes
I be dripping like the juice man
Baby said she hate me
So I tied up the loose ends
I got season like some Cuban
Off that pack it had me ruined
Trip off a bird like I'm clueless
Straight to the bread like I need the gluten
Call up a shooter have his ass shooting
The game get strange
F*ck all the loose ends
Spitting to fast
Glock f*ck an uzi
Clap like a booty
Make a nigga woozy
If niggas get moody
Whip em with the Louis
She said "Uh um"
No bitch, excuse me
F*ck on a girl
Fluzies get choosey
Can't f*ck with the law
F*ck boy sue me
Break her heart truly
Gold like I'm Gucci
Shop me a vendor
Contenders all goofy
Watch me Don't lose sleep
F*ck all the peace
Nigga this shit deep
Mothers lose sleep
I'm alien I mean no peace
Lift up the beam
Pop a nigga hot grease
Fresh of a yeam
Leave a bitch knocknee
Hit it like Rocky
Ice call it hockey
I hang w the goth clique
Suck on my rock dick
Lyrically nauseous
Lyrically toxic
Finish & start shit
Whip it, I park it
Light it, I spark it
I keep a stick
Pull it I dip
Big juice what I sip
She gimme lip
Pull off, I dip
Skrt
Like i'm inna race
No tay k
F*ck ray j
Team Kim k
She gimme face
Call my dick mace
I'm in first place
You on da chase
Can't keep the pace
No leave a trace
No leave a trace
Bitch
Yuh
Yeah
LateNite Yeah
LateNite Yeah
LateNite Yeah
I could give a f*ck, whatchu mean
O-D-D, bad ass bitch double Ds
That's the clique, if you ain't widdit D-I-E
AC13 Imma let it f*cking sing
Bussin out the damn beam
All I care about it cream
H-A-M double cheese
Yeah, I'm hard to f*ckin please
All I care about is steez & some double f*ckin Gs
Yuh
I got Goyard on my bag
If it ain't money then it's drag
Not time for talkin I need cash
All hunnits I need it fast
I made a way on my own
Pitbulls watch my throne
Count this paper leave me lone
At the crib in my zone
Macaulay Culkin I'm home alone
Invite yo bitch just to bone
My ringtone be her moan
All these hoes I need a clone
Disrespectful on my own
$250 for the zone
Steady plugging all my bros
Designer drip on my clothes
Dressed in white like the pope
I got fantas full of 4's
Paper cuts from these notes
Holy ghost how I glow
Macy day how I float
This is A1 dope
I be spittin' facts
To watch your eyes roll f*ckin' back
Bumpin' spooky in da back
Of da lac dressed in all black
Keep the pistol packed
I be thumbing through the racks
Always in my f*ckin' bagg
I ain't talkin' bout the packs
All these girls care about is stacks
That is so f*ckin' whack
Yuh, Yuh
I'm just talkin' f*ckin' facts
I'm just talking f*cking facts
I'm just talking f*cking facts
Water on my toes
I be dripping like the juice man
Baby said she hate me
So I tied up the loose ends
I got season like some Cuban
Off that pack it had me ruined
Trip off a bird like I'm clueless
Straight to the bread like I need the gluten
Call up a shooter have his ass shooting
The game get strange
F*ck all the loose ends
Spitting to fast
Glock f*ck an uzi
Clap like a booty
Make a nigga woozy
If niggas get moody
Whip em with the Louis
She said "Uh um"
No bitch, excuse me
F*ck on a girl
Fluzies get choosey
Can't f*ck with the law
F*ck boy sue me
Break her heart truly
Gold like I'm Gucci
Shop me a vendor
Contenders all goofy
Watch me Don't lose sleep
F*ck all the peace
Nigga this shit deep
Mothers lose sleep
I'm alien I mean no peace
Lift up the beam
Pop a nigga hot grease
Fresh of a yeam
Leave a bitch knocknee
Hit it like Rocky
Ice call it hockey
I hang w the goth clique
Suck on my rock dick
Lyrically nauseous
Lyrically toxic
Finish & start shit
Whip it, I park it
Light it, I spark it
I keep a stick
Pull it I dip
Big juice what I sip
She gimme lip
Pull off, I dip
Skrt
Like i'm inna race
No tay k
F*ck ray j
Team Kim k
She gimme face
Call my dick mace
I'm in first place
You on da chase
Can't keep the pace
No leave a trace
No leave a trace
Bitch
Yuh
Writer: Quinn Ayers, Sean Mac
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid