On Tonight
On tonight the rough gon' ride
Fourty five comin' for your mind
Fuck the hype I don't like your vibe
Fuck what you like I don't like your life
On tonight the rough gon' ride
Fourty five comin' for your mind
Fuck the hype I don't like your vibe
Fuck what you like
I don't like your life
Down for a fight
While you bindin' tight
Quiet on the mic
You ain't the violent type
Talkin' loud better shush your mouth
Come to your house
You ain't comin out
Rain or shine stay on the grind
Don't pray to god I pray to my nine
15 pounds I put in the work
15 rounds I put 'em in the dirt
On tonight the rough gon' ride
Fourty five comin' for your mind
Fuck the hype I don't like your vibe
Fuck what you like
I don't like your life
On tonight the rough gon' ride
Fourty five comin' for your mind
Fuck the hype I don't like your vibe
Fuck what you like
I don't like your life
I don't like your life
I shut off the lights
Rollin your eyes
That's a roll of a dice
Roll on him once
I'll roll on him twice
At his own funeral
With blood on my Nikes
You swipin' cards
I'll swipe your car
In the back of the mall
Got some slack in his jaw
Act real hard till we out on the call
It's Young Poppa Pump
I came to take it all
Fourty five comin' for your mind
Fuck the hype I don't like your vibe
Fuck what you like I don't like your life
On tonight the rough gon' ride
Fourty five comin' for your mind
Fuck the hype I don't like your vibe
Fuck what you like
I don't like your life
Down for a fight
While you bindin' tight
Quiet on the mic
You ain't the violent type
Talkin' loud better shush your mouth
Come to your house
You ain't comin out
Rain or shine stay on the grind
Don't pray to god I pray to my nine
15 pounds I put in the work
15 rounds I put 'em in the dirt
On tonight the rough gon' ride
Fourty five comin' for your mind
Fuck the hype I don't like your vibe
Fuck what you like
I don't like your life
On tonight the rough gon' ride
Fourty five comin' for your mind
Fuck the hype I don't like your vibe
Fuck what you like
I don't like your life
I don't like your life
I shut off the lights
Rollin your eyes
That's a roll of a dice
Roll on him once
I'll roll on him twice
At his own funeral
With blood on my Nikes
You swipin' cards
I'll swipe your car
In the back of the mall
Got some slack in his jaw
Act real hard till we out on the call
It's Young Poppa Pump
I came to take it all
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Writer(s): Ryan Ring
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