Witching Hour lyrics

[Chorus: Aerial Ace]
Witching hours
Work 'em to sleep, get his hours
You n*ggas weak, sit and cower
Muhammad Ali, I pitch your power
Witching hour, witching hour
My mind what they reap, they picking flowers
The browner the seed, I'm sick and sour
Put you down in the deep and snicker louder
Witching hour, witching hour
Work 'em to sleep, get his hours
You n*ggas weak, sit and cower
Muhammad Ali, pitch your power
Witching hour, witching hour
My mind what they reap, they picking flowers
The browner the seed, I'm sick and sour
Put you down in the deep and snicker louder

[Verse 1: Aerial Ace]
What's cooking? A pot full of greed
Got what I want, but I want what you need
Sugar free
Heart black from the tea
Knowledge is key
Squawking of me
Boy, silence what you offer to me
Closed mouths don't get fed, but don't you talk when you eat
You start, I repeat
At your neck, boy, you hardly can breathe
Teaching etiquette, I part your speech
Six on his carbon, six when he leave
I hear what he says, I'm marked with a beast
I'm all in your thoughts, I'm all in your feed
His brain getting washed, he walk out a fiend
They open the gates, he park in the V
The look in his eyes, he pushing his P's
Address it online, that internet speed
Is faster than all of these fees
I've given you all of me
You fired a wall at me
That's all on me
Should've left that dog on a leash
b*tch, fall to your knees, fire, fire, fire
Boy, I'm malicious
You ain't gon' do sh*t, you pretentious
How you gon' hit me with them misses
Your maw raised some of my b*tches
Two fives, he cold like Christmas
Why son blackout? Eclipses
Chalk it up to the metal, kisses!
Baow, baow, baow, baow, woo!
[Chorus: Aerial Ace]
Witching hours
Work 'em to sleep, get his hours
You n*ggas weak, sit and cower
Muhammad Ali, I pitch your power
Witching hour, witching hour
My mind what they reap, they picking flowers
The browner the seed, I'm sick and sour
Put you down in the deep and snicker louder
Witching hour, witching hour
Work 'em to sleep, get his hours
You n*ggas weak, sit and cower
Muhammad Ali, pitch your power
Witching hour, witching hour
My mind what they reap, they picking flowers
The browner the seed, I'm sick and sour
Put you down in the deep and snicker louder

[Verse 2: Ham Sandwich]
Yah, sword saint with that metal in hand, I'm stamped
Dorture chamber get him clamped
n*ggas swear they getting camped
Wrist watch getting damp
Watching the diamonds dance
She get to sticking her hand in my pants
This ain't even romance
I'm just tryna sip my tea with a greedy b*tch
Tsundere, but she lowkey a needy b*tch
She might let me hit in the immediate
Matter fact, I could hop in that pus*y and drown
Return by death just to hop in and drown again
n*ggas stuffing the speakers full of noise I'm annoyed, please, don't make a sound again
My n*ggas coming around again
Tryna jump me, he won't see the ground again
n*ggas floundering
This ain't for the faint of heart, boy, you prolly couldn't handle the state that they found 'em in
My b*tch pressure, you f*cking a white whale that you wish you could forget
I don't do lectures, if I give advice, I say it once, and then we moving next
Fast
Patrasche, push the whip, hit the gas
f*ck a block, n*gga, we done lit the map
Fans taking pictures like it's Nickelback, uh
She calling me GOAT, I'm calling her Ram
If I crash, it's a part of the plan
Big drums like the back of the band
Big stun with the back of the hand
Big sums I'mma stack in advance
Dig some, put his ass in the sand
Live once? Nah, I'm hacking the lan, yeah
I'm back in the duffle
When it come to the money, I only do two things
Stack it and shuffle
NBA covid, that ass is a bubble
None of you n*ggas is actually trouble
Couldn't get a win if I passed you a double
Right there? I just passed you a double
[Outro: Aerial Ace]
Witching hour
Work 'em to sleep
You n*ggas weak
Muhammad Ali, pitch your power