FREAK IN THE NIGHT
BIA, BIA (ooh)
(Hey, I'm really Rich)
I like tequila on the rocks (ice)
Crushin' marijuana, like I've been growin' locs (growin' locs)
Guess it's been a while since I've been out on the block (block)
I have no days off and I haven't pushed the Glock
Let it rain on brigades of bad bitches (on bad bitches, on bad-)
I think that I'm fuckin' with your missus (with your missus, woo)
I think that I'm fuckin' with your mister (with your mister)
I can keep a secret like a whishper (BIA, BIA)
Freak in the night, it's as effy as Atlanta (it's as effy, it's as effy)
I run up a bag and I'll do that shit mañana (frrt)
Fuma marijuana, conmigo mi compaña
I'm here with some migos who will die for the bandera (boom, boom, boom, boom)
I don't fuck with niggas that is pussy (pussy, shh)
You must need a new girl if nobody's lookin'
Baby, Saint Laurent me if you feelin' lucky (feelin' lucky)
This is not a shot you should take if you a rookie (woo)
I think that he wanna eat my cookie (yes, he do)
Ooh, real cozy, sing to it, karaoke (oh)
Make him skip his school and hit the hookie (ooh)
Never met a man that overlooked me (huh, uh)
Freak in the night, it's as effy as Atlanta (BIA, BIA)
I run up a bag and I'll do that shit mañana (frrt)
Took him to the Waffle House and make him really popular
I only fuck with niggas that don't mind to tote a choppa
Bitch, I'll cut your hand off if you steal from me
Every friend I got done touch my mil' with me
Careful, need to watch the ones that's in your face
Bitch, I'm cuttin' ties like I won the race
Bought a bigger face, HD on the lace
AK on my niggas, so I'm feelin' safe
He gon' let it bang, take 'em on a chase
God is on my side, bitch, I say my grace
Bite the hand that feeds you, mans is a disgrace (sheesh)
Thotties ain't my friends, fuck up out my face
Waste, waste, waste, man's a fuckin' waste
He don't got a bag, that is not my taste, no
Freak in the night, it's as effy as Atlanta (it's as effy as Atlanta)
I run up a bag and I'll do that shit mañana (it's as effy, it's as effy)
Took him to the Waffle House and make him really popular
I only fuck with niggas that don't mind to tote a choppa (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Freak in the night, it's as effy as Atlanta (it's as effy)
I run up a bag and I'll do that shit mañana
Took him to the Waffle House and make him really popular
I only fuck with niggas that don't mind to tote a choppa (tote a choppa)
(Hey, I'm really Rich)
I like tequila on the rocks (ice)
Crushin' marijuana, like I've been growin' locs (growin' locs)
Guess it's been a while since I've been out on the block (block)
I have no days off and I haven't pushed the Glock
Let it rain on brigades of bad bitches (on bad bitches, on bad-)
I think that I'm fuckin' with your missus (with your missus, woo)
I think that I'm fuckin' with your mister (with your mister)
I can keep a secret like a whishper (BIA, BIA)
Freak in the night, it's as effy as Atlanta (it's as effy, it's as effy)
I run up a bag and I'll do that shit mañana (frrt)
Fuma marijuana, conmigo mi compaña
I'm here with some migos who will die for the bandera (boom, boom, boom, boom)
I don't fuck with niggas that is pussy (pussy, shh)
You must need a new girl if nobody's lookin'
Baby, Saint Laurent me if you feelin' lucky (feelin' lucky)
This is not a shot you should take if you a rookie (woo)
I think that he wanna eat my cookie (yes, he do)
Ooh, real cozy, sing to it, karaoke (oh)
Make him skip his school and hit the hookie (ooh)
Never met a man that overlooked me (huh, uh)
Freak in the night, it's as effy as Atlanta (BIA, BIA)
I run up a bag and I'll do that shit mañana (frrt)
Took him to the Waffle House and make him really popular
I only fuck with niggas that don't mind to tote a choppa
Bitch, I'll cut your hand off if you steal from me
Every friend I got done touch my mil' with me
Careful, need to watch the ones that's in your face
Bitch, I'm cuttin' ties like I won the race
Bought a bigger face, HD on the lace
AK on my niggas, so I'm feelin' safe
He gon' let it bang, take 'em on a chase
God is on my side, bitch, I say my grace
Bite the hand that feeds you, mans is a disgrace (sheesh)
Thotties ain't my friends, fuck up out my face
Waste, waste, waste, man's a fuckin' waste
He don't got a bag, that is not my taste, no
Freak in the night, it's as effy as Atlanta (it's as effy as Atlanta)
I run up a bag and I'll do that shit mañana (it's as effy, it's as effy)
Took him to the Waffle House and make him really popular
I only fuck with niggas that don't mind to tote a choppa (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Freak in the night, it's as effy as Atlanta (it's as effy)
I run up a bag and I'll do that shit mañana
Took him to the Waffle House and make him really popular
I only fuck with niggas that don't mind to tote a choppa (tote a choppa)
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Writer(s): Bianca Landrau, Enoch Rich Harris Iii
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