At Night
Late at night tryna vibe with me
If you tryna vibe get high with me
Take a step back you gon call me ski
Now you by my side imma let you see
Vibe with me
If you tryna vibe get high with me ya
We too lit got me stepping with my jays on
New York shit milly rock too a Jay song
Tryna talk to god so I gotta get my praise on
This the fast lane, ain't no time to put the brakes on
CDG all on my feet
Calling me a hero like I play for the heat
Bitch is a fighter cause she play in the street
But I'm still going bad it got me feeling like meek
Gotta new blunt imma hit that
On that new shit I cant sit back
You a bitch boy and your shit wack
Talk about pounds gotta lift that
On me designer I got broads in Atlanta
Got these bars like a code I think you need a scanner
Sip this Henny I ain't sipping on no Fanta
Marvel at the world you can call me Bruce Banner
Just like Houdini bitch you ain't seen nothing
I can see it in your eyes that your ass still bluffing
Still got him in my court cause you know we stuffing
You can call me Homer, need a cup to put my Duff in
We too lit got me stepping with my jays on
New York shit milly rock too a Jay song
Tryna talk to god so I gotta get my praise on
This the fast lane, ain't no time to put the brakes on
CDG all on my feet
Calling me a hero like I play for the heat
Bitch is a fighter cause she play in the street
But I'm still going bad got me feeling like meek
Feeling like Meek
Think I'm boutta geek
Goddess like Greek
She a lil freak
How you gon speak when I know you boutta tweak and I know this shit is weak, cause it really is your peak
Gotta look twice but I know he can't see me
Stuck inside my mind so can somebody free me
Number 23 on this shit like a three-peat
Ain't bout this shit but he rather go tweet me
Tweet me bout this shit
Tweaking on this shit
He so high got him geeking off the shit
Tweet me bout this shit
Tweaking on this shit
He so high got him geeking in this bitch ya
Don't know what I'm on
Rockstar like Lennon you'll wanna call me John
I got this bitch off the white call her Shawn
Up in the paint we gon dunk like Lebron
Everyday a battle gotta find your way to beat it
Gotta think about it hard, cause there ain't no way to cheat it
My emotions like a closed book, kinda hard to read it
You still knew I had this shit I know you gonna treat it
Off that shit they way too crazy
Off that shit I'm way too lazy
Still going off that shit, know it not gon faze me
Look me in the eye, but I know you not gon face me
Keep on going I'm running on the beat
When you running on the street
See you running on your feet
Gotta send you home with your face looking like defeat, like to keep it lowkey gotta keep it all discrete
We too lit got me stepping with my jays on
New York shit milly rock too a Jay song
Tryna talk to god so I gotta get my praise on
This the fast lane, ain't no time to put the brakes on
CDG all on my feet
Calling me a hero cause I play for the heat
Bitch is a fighter cause she play for the street
But I'm still going bad got me feeling like meek
We too lit with my jays on
Milly rock shit too a Jay song
Tryna talk to god with my praise on
This the fast lane ain't no brakes on
We too lit with my jays on
Milly rock shit too a Jay song
Tryna talk to god with my praise on
This the fast lane ain't no brakes on
If you tryna vibe get high with me
Take a step back you gon call me ski
Now you by my side imma let you see
Vibe with me
If you tryna vibe get high with me ya
We too lit got me stepping with my jays on
New York shit milly rock too a Jay song
Tryna talk to god so I gotta get my praise on
This the fast lane, ain't no time to put the brakes on
CDG all on my feet
Calling me a hero like I play for the heat
Bitch is a fighter cause she play in the street
But I'm still going bad it got me feeling like meek
Gotta new blunt imma hit that
On that new shit I cant sit back
You a bitch boy and your shit wack
Talk about pounds gotta lift that
On me designer I got broads in Atlanta
Got these bars like a code I think you need a scanner
Sip this Henny I ain't sipping on no Fanta
Marvel at the world you can call me Bruce Banner
Just like Houdini bitch you ain't seen nothing
I can see it in your eyes that your ass still bluffing
Still got him in my court cause you know we stuffing
You can call me Homer, need a cup to put my Duff in
We too lit got me stepping with my jays on
New York shit milly rock too a Jay song
Tryna talk to god so I gotta get my praise on
This the fast lane, ain't no time to put the brakes on
CDG all on my feet
Calling me a hero like I play for the heat
Bitch is a fighter cause she play in the street
But I'm still going bad got me feeling like meek
Feeling like Meek
Think I'm boutta geek
Goddess like Greek
She a lil freak
How you gon speak when I know you boutta tweak and I know this shit is weak, cause it really is your peak
Gotta look twice but I know he can't see me
Stuck inside my mind so can somebody free me
Number 23 on this shit like a three-peat
Ain't bout this shit but he rather go tweet me
Tweet me bout this shit
Tweaking on this shit
He so high got him geeking off the shit
Tweet me bout this shit
Tweaking on this shit
He so high got him geeking in this bitch ya
Don't know what I'm on
Rockstar like Lennon you'll wanna call me John
I got this bitch off the white call her Shawn
Up in the paint we gon dunk like Lebron
Everyday a battle gotta find your way to beat it
Gotta think about it hard, cause there ain't no way to cheat it
My emotions like a closed book, kinda hard to read it
You still knew I had this shit I know you gonna treat it
Off that shit they way too crazy
Off that shit I'm way too lazy
Still going off that shit, know it not gon faze me
Look me in the eye, but I know you not gon face me
Keep on going I'm running on the beat
When you running on the street
See you running on your feet
Gotta send you home with your face looking like defeat, like to keep it lowkey gotta keep it all discrete
We too lit got me stepping with my jays on
New York shit milly rock too a Jay song
Tryna talk to god so I gotta get my praise on
This the fast lane, ain't no time to put the brakes on
CDG all on my feet
Calling me a hero cause I play for the heat
Bitch is a fighter cause she play for the street
But I'm still going bad got me feeling like meek
We too lit with my jays on
Milly rock shit too a Jay song
Tryna talk to god with my praise on
This the fast lane ain't no brakes on
We too lit with my jays on
Milly rock shit too a Jay song
Tryna talk to god with my praise on
This the fast lane ain't no brakes on
Credits
Writer(s): Travis Bird
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