night lyrics

[Verse 1: Brennan Jones]
I creep in the night
You know it's on sight (Project)
b*tch, I get fly like [?]
Stand on my money, I got a lil' height
Call up lil' Arrow, watch out, he might bite you
Keep a stick on me, boy, I'm not gon' fight you
Proud of my main b*tch, he had my side boo
Yeah, I'm comin' for the title
Rock out the show like American Idol
I heard that was yo' b*tch, now she is my ho
Call up lil' Eli, that boy a psycho
Bleach on my eyebrows, now I'm albino
Up in the night, I'm on different time zones
Book me the show, I get that sh*t jumpin'
Bring in the drugs, let's make it a function

[Verse 2: Smikpronto]
Es ist vollbracht Geld gut investiert
CL500, da wirst du rasiert
Give me brain, keep me a stick like the Glock-7
Suicide sticks, American psycho
Jus' like Bateman, keep me a side ho
Mit Brennan, creep in the night
You know it's on sight
Du sagst du hast Swag, warum sehe ich keinen?
In die Bank, ich gehe rein
Aus der Bank komm' ich mit Zahlen raus
Wann komm' ich aus der Falle raus?
Es ist vollbracht Geld gut investiert
[?] not jeans
Bin in Brooklyn, may pop fiends
Ich war youngin' mit designer dreams
Bin jetzt [?], ich habe designer needs
Bin in Brooklyn, rauche tree
Bin in Brooklyn, may pop fiends
Bin in, b-bin in Brooklyn, may pop fiends
Die machen MMA mit cop, HBA [?] Cup
Sie kommen weil ich Para mach
Bei dir guckt keiner weil du Khara machst
[Verse 3: Brennan Jones]
[?] es ist vorbei
In the Maybach, this b*tch throw her back
This b*tch give me Kopf
Bin mit Migos, mein Gova [?]
Roll ein Dubie[?], I'm tuckin' a toolie
[?] waren gelassen, for Sterling Ruby
Neu in der Szene wie ein Azubi
She's a kahba, she's a groupie
Ich mag meine Chaya schwarz
Ja, ich bin high off bars
Drück Mercedes, auf five-hundred
Keep ein hunnid
I get to the chips, I get to the hummus
Er hat angst, that boy runnin'
I ain't coming, unless I'm c*mming
Ain't wan' do it, yo' b*tch made me do it
I get your crew hit
b*tch, I go stupid
I'm on the shrooms and sh*t
I'm stuck in a loop, b*tch

[Verse 4: Brennan Jones]
I got a cool kit
b*tch, I'm a cool cat
I got some cool kicks
I hang with the cool kids, they like my music, yeah
I think you'd amuse 'em
I got some drugs
I think I'ma use 'em, I think I abuse 'em
Call out my shooter, he out at Houston
I don't want that b*tch
She had a nuisance, she saw my bread then switched