After Hours
Little n*gga from the DMV, witness me
People dissing me, it don't shiver me
Little n*gga from the DMV, witness me
People dissing me
Little n*gga from the 5. 7-1 thats how it go
Put the top down, cruise in the breeze, every day up on the coast
Y'all ain't never been 'bout it. Y'all ain't never had to struggle
I could drop an album, be a bunch of hits
Y'all aint never had rebuttals. Yeah, yeah
Watch how I switch it up quick
Y'all n*ggas popping your zits
Watch how I take after Drake
Because I be flipping the switch
I could even drop a single
In a matter of minutes
And that sh*t can be up on the Billboards
Without the Scrimmage. Beating it like Imma pro
I work on the low. Then I'll accept an award
And beat it some mo'. Chain gang, I ain't gotta slang
Still get the iced out ring
I don't bang but I'm out for blood
With the White, Pencil-Length fangs
Get ya Mans, he a goofy, and he looking like he loopy
Love when a broad follows me
But I'm not fking with groupies
I hate when a n*gga talk big but he walking like he Kevin Hart, it confuse me
Showing off on the regular. You'd be proud if you knew me
Go and get it, gotta get it, Outer Space be the limit
Baby doll, is you finished? Keep on counting up the Spinach
Go and get it, gotta get it, Outer Space be the limit
Baby doll, is you finished? Keep on counting up the Spinach
Beast Mode. Get it right. Wordplay. Keep it tight
Boy, ya n*ggas ain't too bright. Going in, y'all ain't touch a mic
Beast Mode. Get it right. Wordplay. Keep it tight
Boy, ya n*ggas ain't too bright. Going in, y'all ain't touch a mic
Water dancing like MJ. You don't wanna see the kid slay
City boy with the Slim face and the piece fine like Kim K
My verbal toolie got mad range, and I'm not playing games
I'm making far too much money now to hit me a stain
I'm about to go to town on the beats that I'm rapping on to set a record
I can chop any head that I see in my sight, call me Mr. Dome Wrecker
I'm on a Rocket high pedal stool. My brain is hot so Imma let it cool
But I'm not letting my guard down 'cuz I'm cooking up a super large round
Put you rappers on the foil, on a damn George Foreman grill
I could have people up in different codes, even talking 'bout the Hidden Hills
If you want the work, I'm always posted up and I can never leave so you know what's up
And if you got the squad, then you sweet as sh*t because I'm all alone, thats how it always is
And some people gonna claim. That I hardly ever wanna live. Like all I wanna do is work
They don't know its levels to this sh*t. Yeah, I wanna have fun
But I'm grown now, and fun cost
'Cuz nothing is free in this life anymore, so all those comments get lost
Go and get it, gotta get it, Outer Space be the limit
Baby doll, is you finished? Keep on counting up the Spinach
Go and get it, gotta get it, Outer Space be the limit
Baby doll, is you finished? Keep on counting up the Spinach
Beast Mode. Get it right. Wordplay. Keep it tight
Boy, ya n*ggas ain't too bright. Going in, y'all ain't touch a mic
Beast Mode. Get it right. Wordplay. Keep it tight
Boy, ya n*ggas ain't too bright. Going in, y'all ain't touch a mic
Go and get it, gotta get it, Outer Space be the limit
Baby doll, is you finished? Keep on counting up the Spinach
Go and get it, gotta get it, Outer Space be the limit
Baby doll, is you finished? Keep on counting up the Spinach
Beast Mode. Get it right. Wordplay. Keep it tight
Boy, ya n*ggas ain't too bright. Going in, y'all ain't touch a mic
Beast Mode. Get it right. Wordplay. Keep it tight
Boy, ya n*ggas ain't too bright. Going in, y'all ain't touch a mic
People dissing me, it don't shiver me
Little n*gga from the DMV, witness me
People dissing me
Little n*gga from the 5. 7-1 thats how it go
Put the top down, cruise in the breeze, every day up on the coast
Y'all ain't never been 'bout it. Y'all ain't never had to struggle
I could drop an album, be a bunch of hits
Y'all aint never had rebuttals. Yeah, yeah
Watch how I switch it up quick
Y'all n*ggas popping your zits
Watch how I take after Drake
Because I be flipping the switch
I could even drop a single
In a matter of minutes
And that sh*t can be up on the Billboards
Without the Scrimmage. Beating it like Imma pro
I work on the low. Then I'll accept an award
And beat it some mo'. Chain gang, I ain't gotta slang
Still get the iced out ring
I don't bang but I'm out for blood
With the White, Pencil-Length fangs
Get ya Mans, he a goofy, and he looking like he loopy
Love when a broad follows me
But I'm not fking with groupies
I hate when a n*gga talk big but he walking like he Kevin Hart, it confuse me
Showing off on the regular. You'd be proud if you knew me
Go and get it, gotta get it, Outer Space be the limit
Baby doll, is you finished? Keep on counting up the Spinach
Go and get it, gotta get it, Outer Space be the limit
Baby doll, is you finished? Keep on counting up the Spinach
Beast Mode. Get it right. Wordplay. Keep it tight
Boy, ya n*ggas ain't too bright. Going in, y'all ain't touch a mic
Beast Mode. Get it right. Wordplay. Keep it tight
Boy, ya n*ggas ain't too bright. Going in, y'all ain't touch a mic
Water dancing like MJ. You don't wanna see the kid slay
City boy with the Slim face and the piece fine like Kim K
My verbal toolie got mad range, and I'm not playing games
I'm making far too much money now to hit me a stain
I'm about to go to town on the beats that I'm rapping on to set a record
I can chop any head that I see in my sight, call me Mr. Dome Wrecker
I'm on a Rocket high pedal stool. My brain is hot so Imma let it cool
But I'm not letting my guard down 'cuz I'm cooking up a super large round
Put you rappers on the foil, on a damn George Foreman grill
I could have people up in different codes, even talking 'bout the Hidden Hills
If you want the work, I'm always posted up and I can never leave so you know what's up
And if you got the squad, then you sweet as sh*t because I'm all alone, thats how it always is
And some people gonna claim. That I hardly ever wanna live. Like all I wanna do is work
They don't know its levels to this sh*t. Yeah, I wanna have fun
But I'm grown now, and fun cost
'Cuz nothing is free in this life anymore, so all those comments get lost
Go and get it, gotta get it, Outer Space be the limit
Baby doll, is you finished? Keep on counting up the Spinach
Go and get it, gotta get it, Outer Space be the limit
Baby doll, is you finished? Keep on counting up the Spinach
Beast Mode. Get it right. Wordplay. Keep it tight
Boy, ya n*ggas ain't too bright. Going in, y'all ain't touch a mic
Beast Mode. Get it right. Wordplay. Keep it tight
Boy, ya n*ggas ain't too bright. Going in, y'all ain't touch a mic
Go and get it, gotta get it, Outer Space be the limit
Baby doll, is you finished? Keep on counting up the Spinach
Go and get it, gotta get it, Outer Space be the limit
Baby doll, is you finished? Keep on counting up the Spinach
Beast Mode. Get it right. Wordplay. Keep it tight
Boy, ya n*ggas ain't too bright. Going in, y'all ain't touch a mic
Beast Mode. Get it right. Wordplay. Keep it tight
Boy, ya n*ggas ain't too bright. Going in, y'all ain't touch a mic
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Writer(s): Nyjel Ingram
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