Latenight lyrics

[Intro]
Billion Dollar Baby Entertainment (It's Dunk)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Late night ridin' with her and sh*t, I was late (Ooh, grrt)
I'm not tryna get her pregnant, no, b*tch, not today (On God)
Keep a pistol close by me 'cause n*ggas out here hatin' (Ooh, f*ck)
Ain't no sense in makin' money if you let a n*gga take it (It's Dunk)
Late night ridin' with her and sh*t, I was late (Ooh, sh*t)
I'm not tryna get her pregnant, no, b*tch, not today (On God)
Keep a pistol close by me 'cause n*ggas out here hatin' (Ooh, f*ck)
Ain't no sense in makin' money if you let a n*gga take it (sh*t)

[Verse 1]
I know I done lotta wrong, but you cannot fault me for that (Uh-uh)
Yeah, I'm tryna get on my own 'cause nobody was helpin' me out (Thе f*ck?)
You don't know about the lifestyle (On God)
You don't know about thеm lights out, had your lil' b*tch, I'ma pipe down
Had to diss mister b*tch, she was wifed out (Get on)
But that's some expensive sh*t you get wiped out (Baow)
I was down on my ass, had to climb out
On the block I did not have a traphouse (On God)
But the haters and police'll watch out (Yeah)
f*ck how they feelin', I'm 'bout to go get it
Shout-out to my n*gga, low price on the millions (For the low)
No, I never had it, I had to go get it
Can I get her pregnant? That's just how I'm feelin' (On God)
Put di*k in her stomach, my wood say you kill me (Come here)
Shout-out to my momma, she wan' make me different
Shout-out to the rappin', it became a livin'
I really blew up, I was trappin', I did it (On God)
[Chorus]
Late night ridin' with her and sh*t, I was late (Ooh, grrt)
I'm not tryna get her pregnant, no, b*tch, not today (On God)
Keep a pistol close by me 'cause n*ggas out here hatin' (Ooh, f*ck)
Ain't no sense in makin' money if you let a n*gga take it (It's Dunk)
Late night ridin' with her and sh*t, I was late (Ooh, sh*t)
I'm not tryna get her pregnant, no, b*tch, not today (On God)
Keep a pistol close by me 'cause n*ggas out here hatin' (Ooh, f*ck)
Ain't no sense in makin' money if you let a n*gga take it (sh*t)

[Verse 2]
Pistol be on me 'cause n*ggas be hungry
But I'm finna break, got me feelin' like Tony (On God)
I can't trust in a b*tch, she gon' suck on your di*k
Got the end of the night where you would be the lick (f*ck)
I'll start with the seven, it's better than six (f*ck)
Swear I came from the bottom, but Dunk with the wrist (It's Dunk)
Your dawg gettin' crazy, his homie a lick
Keep about a four-five and extended the clip (Fire, fire, baow)
Boy, this sh*t gettin' wicked, these n*ggas be snitchin'
Killin' over b*tches, have you ever asked your homeboy be a witness?
n*ggas start beef then start snitchin'
n*gga rob me? n*gga, not really
I'm the same n*gga, ain't nothin' new here (The f*ck?)
Pain from the mud, now it's good livin' (Haha)
b*tch, I'm up one, know you get the picture, n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Late night ridin' with her and sh*t, I was late (Ooh, grrt)
I'm not tryna get her pregnant, no, b*tch, not today (On God)
Keep a pistol close by me 'cause n*ggas out here hatin' (Ooh, f*ck)
Ain't no sense in makin' money if you let a n*gga take it (It's Dunk)
Late night ridin' with her and sh*t, I was late (Ooh, sh*t)
I'm not tryna get her pregnant, no, b*tch, not today (On God)
Keep a pistol close by me 'cause n*ggas out here hatin' (Ooh, f*ck)
Ain't no sense in makin' money if you let a n*gga take it (sh*t)