Lonely Nights
OGR, OGR, OGR, OGR
I'm pourin up
Driving thru my city on my ones
Every time I'm geeked
I'm rollin up
You was switchin
You can't roll wit us
Rolling Loud
Now we in Miami, ouuuu
Smoking gato
They can't understand me
Getting to the bag
I Got no plan b
You might see PS at the grammys
On the Countertops
She got betty white
She a thot
Only need her for the night
Mix the hi-tech
We don't sip no miller light
On the 401
I'm speeding how i like
Rx on the track suit
Smoking on that Popeyes
Rp 25's
Now I look like I got frog eyes
I just dropped a tec in my cup now I'm all right
One stop shop
And you know im open all night
Pourin up, yeah I'm pourin up
Driving thru my city
On my ones
If I pop a pill
I'm rollin up
You was switchin
You can't roll wit us
Rolling Loud
Now we in Miami
Smoking gato
They can't understand me
Getting to the bag
I Got no plan b
You might See PS at the grammys
Another ounce to the face
She bout to break it down
When we pulled up to the fet
I seen you skurt around
Stacking all this gwala
I got all the routes
Tell me what you need
We got it by the pounds
Imma pour all this pain in my cup
Lonely nights
Yeah I was grinding on my own
Time to wake up
They've been sleeping for too long
Gettin paper
Yeah let's take over the globe
Slush puppy cups
I'm pourin up
Driving thru my city
On my ones
Every time I'm geeked
I'm rollin up
You was switchin
You can't roll wit us
Rolling Loud
Now we in Miami
Smoking gato
They can't understand me
Getting to the bag
I Got no plan b
You might
See PS at the grammys
I'm pourin up
Driving thru my city on my ones
Every time I'm geeked
I'm rollin up
You was switchin
You can't roll wit us
Rolling Loud
Now we in Miami, ouuuu
Smoking gato
They can't understand me
Getting to the bag
I Got no plan b
You might see PS at the grammys
On the Countertops
She got betty white
She a thot
Only need her for the night
Mix the hi-tech
We don't sip no miller light
On the 401
I'm speeding how i like
Rx on the track suit
Smoking on that Popeyes
Rp 25's
Now I look like I got frog eyes
I just dropped a tec in my cup now I'm all right
One stop shop
And you know im open all night
Pourin up, yeah I'm pourin up
Driving thru my city
On my ones
If I pop a pill
I'm rollin up
You was switchin
You can't roll wit us
Rolling Loud
Now we in Miami
Smoking gato
They can't understand me
Getting to the bag
I Got no plan b
You might See PS at the grammys
Another ounce to the face
She bout to break it down
When we pulled up to the fet
I seen you skurt around
Stacking all this gwala
I got all the routes
Tell me what you need
We got it by the pounds
Imma pour all this pain in my cup
Lonely nights
Yeah I was grinding on my own
Time to wake up
They've been sleeping for too long
Gettin paper
Yeah let's take over the globe
Slush puppy cups
I'm pourin up
Driving thru my city
On my ones
Every time I'm geeked
I'm rollin up
You was switchin
You can't roll wit us
Rolling Loud
Now we in Miami
Smoking gato
They can't understand me
Getting to the bag
I Got no plan b
You might
See PS at the grammys
Credits
Writer(s): Ezra Josh Domingo
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