Date Night

Gang
Cash
Uh
Oh my god
On this ar uh
Gang
Look

I might catch a opp on this date night
Shit I'm serving overseas this that great white
I can get it off if the cake right
You know I was trapping in the streets ducking jakes right?

Shooting all these clips told him take five
He catching these bullets like he 89
Told that bitch don't hit me on no FaceTime
I can hear y'all pussy niggas talking through them grapevines

I was really trapping in that hallway
I could really move the crack sell it broad day
Crodie play with them keys like a arcade
Told that bitch get up on her knees bitch I'm god made

Smoking on exotic this that moonrock
Glock got a twin I need two shots
Bitch I'm chilling in LA I think I'm Tupac
I just spent a couple bands in Saks I think I'm to sauce

Ay, I could pull up Gucci down on my worse day
My shooter ain't playing no games he got 2Ks
Shit I'm tryna get a bag what's a new state?
Shit I got like 99 ways just to get paid
This nigga said he getting money that's a slow start
You be looking bummy this that Chrome Heart
Bro playing keys I be playing like I'm Mozart
You can prolly catch me on the block like I'm Bogaert
Ay, I was trapping you ain't even know
How you playing with that white it ain't even snow
How you tryna take his life tell em wipe his nose
I ain't even get it over night I was cracking codes
It ain't nothing new
Bro tap me on my shoulder what you tryna do?
I just got some blood on my ones now they
I just got some blood on my ones now they Christian Loubs
Ima just really tryna hit you once I ain't into you
Shit I really gotta bring this blunt to my interview
I don't think you really got the funds for this business move
Why these niggas acting like my sons I make bigger moves
Look
Ima trap addict
Brodie prolly could of put you on but you bad at it
You ain't really tryna get a bag with them bad habits
Shorty came thru with a jat let me slap at it
I was popping perks but I'm back at it
Smoke it till it hurts till I'm asthmatic
You can get a verse but you trash at it
Brodie tryna put him on a shirt let me splash at him
In this trap you ain't seeing me
My niggas put in work out a BNB
I was just wearing Hanes shirts now they
I was just wearing Hanes shirts now they CDG

I don't trust these bitches know they grimey
Why she tryna line me?
Catch me in the hills can't find me
Please don't mind me
I got rich habits
Type of nigga blow it get it back big trapper
And we shopping on rodeo
I got some big racks
Gooofy ass nigga heard you lying why you big cap?
Hating ass nigga need to retire he a big rat
Dissing MOA only gonna turn you to a big pack
I don't trust these bitches know they grimey
Why she tryna line me?
Catch me in the hills can't find me
Please don't mind me
I got rich habits
Type of nigga blow it get it back big trapper



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Writer(s): Jalen Embry
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