Last Night
Ayy
Draco
Last night I was outta this world
Woke up with ten bitches and my neck froze
Vvs two tone piguet and it's gold
Ima hop inside the ghost we gone swerve through the city
On the wrist Richard Millie
Last night I was outta this world
Woke up with ten bitches and my neck froze
Vvs two tone piguet and it's gold
Ima hop inside the ghost we gone swerve through the city
On the wrist Richard Millie
Yeah we pull up to the party
And we popping lot of bottles
On their knees got the models
Ima blast in the Ferrari
Till dawn we be trapping
With the gang we be stacking
Yeah I hit it and then I pass
In the strip club throwing racks
Stars on the roof
It be feeling like NASA
Cute bitch from Alaska
One night in Havana
I can't get caught up in her lies
I see the devil in her eyes
Seduce me wrapped in her thighs
She pretty in a tight dress
Roll a backwood when I'm stress
Kush got me pass out ima forget
On the rarri yeah we blasting
Feels like a movie the way they be acting
Last night I was outta this world
Woke up with ten bitches and my neck froze
Vvs two tone piguet and it's gold
Ima hop inside the ghost we gone swerve through the city
On the wrist Richard Millie
Last night I was outta this world
Woke up with ten bitches and my neck froze
Vvs two tone piguet and it's gold
Ima hop inside the ghost we gone swerve through the city
On the wrist Richard Millie
I be racing like nascar
Codeine Ima a trap star
Roll up six grams I'm out ima dash
Two tone audemars got me shining in the wraith
No windows loaded Mac
Make it rain with a stack
Driving through the hills with a baddie on my left and the groupies in the back
Ball out we gone hoop
Ima blast in the coupe
Ima get your bitch dressed in Balmain
She next to me in the foreign
Through hell here we come
Hold my hand we'll make it through the storm
Don't let me go
I be paranoid I be fighting demons
Keep on flexing iced out my time pieces
Last night I was outta this world
Woke up with ten bitches and my neck froze
Vvs two tone piguet and it's gold
Ima hop inside the ghost we gone swerve through the city
On the wrist Richard Millie
Last night I was outta this world
Woke up with ten bitches and my neck froze
Vvs two tone piguet and it's gold
Ima hop inside the ghost we gone swerve through the city
On the wrist Richard Millie
Draco
Last night I was outta this world
Woke up with ten bitches and my neck froze
Vvs two tone piguet and it's gold
Ima hop inside the ghost we gone swerve through the city
On the wrist Richard Millie
Last night I was outta this world
Woke up with ten bitches and my neck froze
Vvs two tone piguet and it's gold
Ima hop inside the ghost we gone swerve through the city
On the wrist Richard Millie
Yeah we pull up to the party
And we popping lot of bottles
On their knees got the models
Ima blast in the Ferrari
Till dawn we be trapping
With the gang we be stacking
Yeah I hit it and then I pass
In the strip club throwing racks
Stars on the roof
It be feeling like NASA
Cute bitch from Alaska
One night in Havana
I can't get caught up in her lies
I see the devil in her eyes
Seduce me wrapped in her thighs
She pretty in a tight dress
Roll a backwood when I'm stress
Kush got me pass out ima forget
On the rarri yeah we blasting
Feels like a movie the way they be acting
Last night I was outta this world
Woke up with ten bitches and my neck froze
Vvs two tone piguet and it's gold
Ima hop inside the ghost we gone swerve through the city
On the wrist Richard Millie
Last night I was outta this world
Woke up with ten bitches and my neck froze
Vvs two tone piguet and it's gold
Ima hop inside the ghost we gone swerve through the city
On the wrist Richard Millie
I be racing like nascar
Codeine Ima a trap star
Roll up six grams I'm out ima dash
Two tone audemars got me shining in the wraith
No windows loaded Mac
Make it rain with a stack
Driving through the hills with a baddie on my left and the groupies in the back
Ball out we gone hoop
Ima blast in the coupe
Ima get your bitch dressed in Balmain
She next to me in the foreign
Through hell here we come
Hold my hand we'll make it through the storm
Don't let me go
I be paranoid I be fighting demons
Keep on flexing iced out my time pieces
Last night I was outta this world
Woke up with ten bitches and my neck froze
Vvs two tone piguet and it's gold
Ima hop inside the ghost we gone swerve through the city
On the wrist Richard Millie
Last night I was outta this world
Woke up with ten bitches and my neck froze
Vvs two tone piguet and it's gold
Ima hop inside the ghost we gone swerve through the city
On the wrist Richard Millie
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Writer(s): Marco Ramirez
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