(Grow up, nig
ga)
Grrah, grrah, ayy
This lil' Drizzy reppin' 'Crete, ayy
My brother Capo from the way,
he from the street, ayy
Wanna fuck with me? Well, baby,
I'm discreet, ayy
Ayy,thinkin' 'bout this
pill I took,
pillow talkin'
Shawty rinsin' Dillon Brooks,
can't believe this nigga talkin', damn
My bank account is magnolia,
Milly rockin', ayy
Weirdos in my comments talkin'
'bout some Millie Bobby, look
Bring them jokes up to the gang,
we get to really flockin'
Or send a finger to your mama
in some FedEx boxes
Open up that shit, it's jaw droppin',
really shockin', ayy
I ain't pretty flacko, bitch,
this shit get really rocky, ayy, what?
Damn, what?
Dirty how I did him in the Wraith, what? Say
She actin' Hollywood,
this ain't L.A., no way
She a pretty little lie like she Shay,
but that's bae
Long as she don't lie to me,
then it's okay
It's just another
late night
with my bitch, ayy
Just another late night with my bitch,
ayy (with my bitch)
And I hate to even call her ass my bitch,
ayy (yeah, my bitch)
'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense,
right, yeah (pssh, pssh)
Just another late night with my dawg
(pssh, with my dawg)
Just another late night with my
bitch (pssh, with my bitch)
And we ridin' 'round tryna make
sense (make sense)
Of whatever comes first,
it comes next (yeah, blatt)
Hm, hm (grrah,
pssh), hm (yeah, pssh), hm (yeah, pssh)
Hm, hm (pssh), hm (Concrete), hm
Huh, yeah (pssh), yeah, yeah,
huh (pssh)
It's Lil Boat, I'm practically
now from the
6ix (pssh, I'm from the 6ix, pssh)
My doggy Luxxy ignorant,
he from the bricks (from the bricks)
Thinkin' 'bout this styro
cup, really Wockin'
Let her fuck on one my opps, let's
see who really poppin'
Demolition gang, pop out, yeah,
we get it knockin'
Boost a white bitch up and now she
think she really poppin'
Fuck my bitch new body, sadly,
I got demoitis
My bitch know it's us without
openin' either of her eyelids (us)
It be so pure I don't even fuck,
ain't tryna raise her mileage
You take G6s knowin' you'll
never take one with pilot ('kay)
I let her go, she fine as hell but baby
wasn't stylish (yeah)
She had big tits like Bil lie Eilish but she
couldn't sing (drip)
We catch the opps, don't want no apologies,
just kiss the ring (mwah)
(Brrt) yeah, ring, (brrt, damn), yeah,
ring
(Brrt) mwah, ring, (brrt), yeah, ring
I'll support the opps before I support
sippin' green ('kay)
We up in Turks with twenty bitches,
just me and my team (us)
It's just another
late night
with my bitch, ayy
Just another late night with my bitch,
ayy (with my bitch)
And I hate to even call her ass my bitch,
ayy (yeah, my bitch)
'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense,
right, yeah (pssh, pssh)
Just another late night with my
dawg (pssh, with my dawg)
Just another late night with my bitch
(pssh, with my bitch)
And we ridin' 'round tryna make
sense (make sense)
Of whatever comes first,
it comes next (yeah, blatt)