Plight (Late Nights) lyrics

[Intro]
Baby, I'm stone cold
Ridin’ with the same pole
Sound like a drumroll
Countin' up bankrolls
Too much Molly, I bite down
Then knock his lights out
Semi-automatic on me right now
But I'm in Chi-Town

[Chorus]
n*ggas hatin’ on the real
Keep that b*tch concealed
Told you I ain't never give a f*ck how you feel
Late nights off the pills
My bro doin' drills
This not, wasn't fake sh*t
This that sh*t for real
Late nights off the pills
Brother doin' drills
Momma mad as f*ck, she tried to keep me out the field
My weapon concealed
Try me if you want
n*gga, you get killed
You get stunned
[Verse 1]
Smoke on some dope
On my di*k, she gon' choke
She a ho on thе low
Yeah, I know
Yeah, I know
She finna f*ck on my brothеrs, ayy
Magnum on me, that's a rubber, ayy
That 'lil b*tch, she undercover, ayy
I could never ever love her, ayy
I kicked that b*tch out my crib, yeah
I kicked that b*tch out my brib, yeah
I do not care how you live, yeah
I’m on the Percocet 10, yeah
I f*cked that b*tch then her friend, yeah
I take a trip up to France, yeah
Up in Dior, I’ma dance, yeah
I feel like I am the man, yeah
Raf Simons, Rick Owens, all that
Tell your man to fall back
f*ck n*gga, I don't like that
Freestyle sh*t, don’t write that
Go ahead, snort that white up
I was in the cut with a new gun
Haven't seen a real n*gga since I been in here, looked in the mirror, I seen one
[Chorus]
n*ggas hatin' on the real
Keep that b*tch concealed
Told you I ain't never give a f*ck how you feel
Late nights off the pills
My bro doin’ drills
This not, wasn't fake sh*t
This that sh*t for real
Late nights off the pills
Brother doin' drills
Momma mad as f*ck, she tried to keep me out the field
My weapon concealed
Try me if you want
n*gga, you get killed
You get stunned

[Verse 2]
I'm rockin' Commo Garesawn
I mean Comme Des Garçon
And I'm still rockin' BAPE
Baby, I'm goin' ape
I drop a four in my Sprite
Damn it, I love the taste
Damn it, I love to waste away
Don't got a knife, got a razor blade
I got a gun with a razor blade
I let it rip like a Beyblade
f*ckin' your b*tch, that's my lady
Turned the trap house to a safe place
Pull up on the scene with an AK
Man down, b*tch, no mayday
Chief Keef daughter with a new gun
Two AKs, call 'em Kay Kay
Had to f*ck his b*tch in the studio, yeah, ayy
Dye my hair and dread it, feel like Coolio, yeah, ayy
This some Gucci on me, this ain't Coogi, ho, yeah, ayy
I got a Gucci b*tch who got a coochie, ho, yeah, ayy
I been sippin' water, only Fiji though, yeah, ayy
Chopper wet 'em up, that's a squeegee, ho, yeah, ayy
I be with my brothers like Luigi, ho, yeah, ayy
Hit my trap phone if you need me, ho
[Chorus]
n*ggas hatin' on the real
Keep that b*tch concealed
Told you I ain't never give a f*ck how you feel
Late nights off the pills
My bro doin' drills
This not, wasn't fake sh*t
This that sh*t for real
Late nights off the pills
Brother doin' drills
Momma mad as f*ck, she tried to keep me out the field
My weapon concealed
Try me if you want
n*gga, you get killed
You get stunned