ALL NIGHT (feat. Jordan Jacques)
Wake up
Wake up
Y'all can't call me back I ain't got my phone right
Y'all can't tell me that I ain't in my zone right
Lemme fade to black bitch I'm signing off like
My insomniac baby we up, baby we up
Know this shit go round like clockwork
For them top spots know them glocks burst
All them boys duck down at the concerts
Doing the opposite of gods work
Tryna get to that spot first
And they pray to god I don't pop burst
Know I'm booming now when I rock words
Couldn't block me out I'm on top heard
Put the top back getting top right now
Listen when I spit it I'm on top right now
None of y'all ever gonna block my sound
Cause the squad came through and we locked right now
Any on Opps on the block imma pop my rounds
And I keep a crew round me you can't cop my crown
If you tryna come and get it you should stop right now
Boy I swear to god I'm getting hot right now
Y'all can't call me back I ain't got my phone right
Y'all can't tell me that I ain't in my zone right
Lemme fade to black bitch I'm signing off like
My insomniac baby we up all night
Y'all can't call me back I ain't got my phone right
Y'all can't tell me that I ain't in my zone right
Lemme fade to black bitch I'm signing off like
My insomniac baby we up, baby we up
Imma fade to black and then shake a stack
Imma make it back when the morning come
Don't worry none cause I'm affording some
That I've paid in cash I'm getting more than one
I'm having more than fun with my free time
My work time is my me time
My worst line is y'all peak prime
And you gon let it slide but I need mine
Bad first impression didn't get the message
Oh I didn't send it I ain't one for texting
Don't call me either cause I'm on the speaker
If you stop my music I might have to teach ya
Like preacher preacher please we need Jesus
Packed out show I can see him in the bleachers
And hear the screams from seats in the arena
You swear that you run these streets I ain't seen ya
Y'all can't call me back I ain't got my phone right
Y'all can't tell me that I ain't in my zone right
Lemme fade to black bitch I'm signing off like
My insomniac baby we up all night
Y'all can't call me back I ain't got my phone right
Y'all can't tell me that I ain't in my zone right
Lemme fade to black bitch I'm signing off like
My insomniac baby we up, baby we up
Wake up
Y'all can't call me back I ain't got my phone right
Y'all can't tell me that I ain't in my zone right
Lemme fade to black bitch I'm signing off like
My insomniac baby we up, baby we up
Know this shit go round like clockwork
For them top spots know them glocks burst
All them boys duck down at the concerts
Doing the opposite of gods work
Tryna get to that spot first
And they pray to god I don't pop burst
Know I'm booming now when I rock words
Couldn't block me out I'm on top heard
Put the top back getting top right now
Listen when I spit it I'm on top right now
None of y'all ever gonna block my sound
Cause the squad came through and we locked right now
Any on Opps on the block imma pop my rounds
And I keep a crew round me you can't cop my crown
If you tryna come and get it you should stop right now
Boy I swear to god I'm getting hot right now
Y'all can't call me back I ain't got my phone right
Y'all can't tell me that I ain't in my zone right
Lemme fade to black bitch I'm signing off like
My insomniac baby we up all night
Y'all can't call me back I ain't got my phone right
Y'all can't tell me that I ain't in my zone right
Lemme fade to black bitch I'm signing off like
My insomniac baby we up, baby we up
Imma fade to black and then shake a stack
Imma make it back when the morning come
Don't worry none cause I'm affording some
That I've paid in cash I'm getting more than one
I'm having more than fun with my free time
My work time is my me time
My worst line is y'all peak prime
And you gon let it slide but I need mine
Bad first impression didn't get the message
Oh I didn't send it I ain't one for texting
Don't call me either cause I'm on the speaker
If you stop my music I might have to teach ya
Like preacher preacher please we need Jesus
Packed out show I can see him in the bleachers
And hear the screams from seats in the arena
You swear that you run these streets I ain't seen ya
Y'all can't call me back I ain't got my phone right
Y'all can't tell me that I ain't in my zone right
Lemme fade to black bitch I'm signing off like
My insomniac baby we up all night
Y'all can't call me back I ain't got my phone right
Y'all can't tell me that I ain't in my zone right
Lemme fade to black bitch I'm signing off like
My insomniac baby we up, baby we up
Credits
Writer(s): Kelby Clark
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