After Hours lyrics

[Hook]
It's after hours and these b*tches still smoking
It's after hours and my n*ggas still smoking
It's after hours and my di*k is f*cking poking, b*tch
I'm trying to f*ck on all yo friends if you ain't notice-

[Verse 1]
Hoe you too classy I like funky, trashy b*tches
I'm f*cking raw b*tch I ain't worried about consequences
I'm in your city tryna f*ck for 30 minutes damn
Can a n*gga bust a nut all on yo ceilings
She wanna know my credit score and all my business
Girl what's yo vision can you see me pushing Benz's
sh*t, me either, I'm too drunk girl I'm to ignant
I got some n*ggas in my trunk they know they finished
I brought narcotics to yo spot like I suppose to
I gave yo b*tch a bump it brought us a lil closer
Goddamn n*gga, what's that f*cking strange odor
In the trunk of my sister's range rover
I know some b*tches that's been trying to remain sober
Now they regret me if my n*ggas came over
b*tch I got powder for them hoes who quit smoking
And I got Addy for them kids who can't focus
It's after hours and my n*ggas still doping
It's after hours and my n*ggas still smoking
[Hook]
It's after hours and these b*tches still smoking
It's after hours and my n*ggas still smoking
It's after hours and my di*k is f*cking poking, b*tch
I'm trying to f*ck on all yo friends if you ain't notice b*tch