Late Night lyrics

[Intro]
Who your favorite rapper? (Oh yeah)
Who your favorite rapper?
Babyfxce E
Is he for real? (Hm?), Is he for real? Hm? (Yeah)
Uncover your mouth, I can't hear you, who your favorite rapper?
Uh, Babyfxce E (Striker Boys, M Block sh*t, Walkdown Gang, all that sh*t, n*gga, huh)

[Verse 1]
Before you say that she the one, remember at one point, she was goin'
Now we got money to buy our cars, at one point, they was stolen
Now my n*ggas can ball for life off just off what I showed 'em
Gotta have a trigger finger no more, bro, you just gotta hold it
Left my heart up on the stage, n*gga, I done lost my f*ckin' voice
If you ain't got no bag, you can't be mad, n*gga, that was your f*ckin' choice
Where I come from, n*gga, it's hard for a n*gga just to make some noise
Slime me out, I'm on your ass like, "Damn, I thought me and Fxce was boys"
All my n*ggas like to play with buttons and, hell naw, bro, these ain't no toys
Keep that front door closed 'cause all that in-and-out sh*t gon' make me 'noid
Bro just poured a four in a twelve-ounce pop, I think he tryna meet Floyd
They show me love, I give a freak ho my socks every time I go on tour
Huh, I don't want your love if it's fake
In the slums with the Drac', in my hood, I'm a great
I gave n*ggas some when I only had a lil' on my plate
In the hood with no plate, smokin' a 'Wood on a chase
Tryna do some sh*t to Fxce, don't think you should, it's not safe
And I keep on havin' the problem of treatin' my huzz like my main
Quit tryna record everything that happen in the club, that sh*t lame
I'm just wanted without that b*tch, but with my gun, I'm like eight
With the chop, I'm fifteen, she said, "Why you bein' mean?"
Told her when you wake up off the lean, sometimes, that's how it be
I got turnt-up music and late-night sh*t when you drivin' down the street
Man, my voice messed up, ain't stoppin' sh*t, bro, I'm still tryna pull up beats
I made it out, what the f*ck I look like still tryna put on cleats?
But still'll hop up in that field if a n*gga ever give me a reason
When I get to the crib, just take my soul, man, lil' baby a demon
I still be puttin' on the same old clothes, I don't care if they already seen it, n*gga
[Interlude]
Huh, I don't care if they already seen it, n*gga
Same old clothes, I don't care if they already— yeah (I don't give a f*ck, n*gga)
This 'fit cost me five thousand, I can wear this b*tch every day if I want to (Had to switch this b*tch up real quick)
Alright, huh

[Verse 2]
I'll wear this sh*t for two days (Huh)
Hard decision, I can f*ck two b*tches or make two plays
But y'all know I'm goin' to that pap'
They make me feel home when I'm in Cali, they love me in the Bay
I got the brrt, Fredo got the K
Turn the music up, them cherry tops behind us, I think they tryna chase
Smokin' 'za, bro, I forgot the name
Already thinkin' next bar, because, man, I got a lot to say
That's why I had to add another beat up at the end
Won't catch me lackin' parkin' the 'Cat, because I back it in
Can make two b*tches PTP, snap 'em with my hands
If I'm shootin' and bro shootin', you ain't gon' stand a chance
No cap, bro, it's chalk, literally
She want everything in the store, bae, you killin' me
I got like twenty different flows, I ain't stealin' sh*t
Left wrist white snow, it look like a brick
They thought my hand was in my pocket, it look like a fist
That's just crumbled-up money that I forgot to fix
Bro set a pick, we f*cked them n*ggas up 'cause they forgot to switch
She wanna do my dreads, then after that, she tryna loc and twist
[Outro]
b*tch, yeah
M Block, Strike, all that
What the f*ck goin' on