LATE NIGHT lyrics

[Intro]
Ahem, ha, uh

[Verse]
Late night on the freeway, riding by my solo
Cut the trap music, throw on something made for grown folk
Dru Hill knocking, feel the beauty in the solitude
Forever prevailing over obstacles
Spaceship gon' land, astronomical
All about my f*cking money just like prostitutes
I got a n*gga that's pitching in front of Jamba Juice
I'm in and out of these cities, in different kind of coupes
And if I say you my n*gga, I go the mile for you
Why you ain't bust at them n*ggas when they had shot at you?
And they gon' tell you you they with you, gotta find the proof
The AMG got a roof but this sh*t is optional
I ain't gon' mention your name if I did the crime with you
Just know that it was for real if I shared a bond with you
And it's a gift and a curse when you think what time could do
[?] straight to your bond, we could divide the two
Minus the bullsh*t, life's great
Race through the lot in a white Wraith
Dealer plates, fish boats, let 'em talk about me
Shout out all the b*tches that done fought about me
Got people of Latin descent that go to war about me
You defended, have my mother go to court about me
Restitution, they ain't ever get a quarter out me
f*ck it, I be on the run for the summer
Might just shoot the function up 'cause I wanna
One of my custies got knocked, still owe me 60 dollars
I swear to God, in eighth grade, that we was doing Pradas
I got the pictures, don't believe me, n*gga
Everything designer when you see me, n*gga
Know my n*ggas wrong, still screaming, "Free them n*ggas"
Don't approach me, I don't speak to n*ggas
Quick to draw straps and put heat to n*ggas
Like the sh*t that's coming out your motherf*cking speaker, n*gga
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