Issa B roll sunset:)
We been putting in too much money in these niggas pockets
I done put a whole lot of time into this shit
We done took this shit all the way back to the end of the day
Now we outside kicking it
Half of these bitches smoking
The other ones drinking
Shit
We just out at the beach
I got the red
Purple
And the green
Mix it with some orange and we got ourselves a codeine sunset
(Fuck)
Hoe it's sunset
Up as fuck
And we on drugs
One sec
When we get home
She give me rub
Opps out
Fuck that
I hit da road
Not coming back
Those panty pics on my b roll
My twizzy a chef
He feel home on the stove
And quiet as kept
But shoot like Steph
Fit all black
I feel like lone
But never clone
Can't hear a thing
I'm smoking loud
And in my zone
That pager ring
That paper king
That thrill not gone
No bb King
So Where it go?
Ughhhhhh
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Aye
Run it up
Run it up
Sun going down but the moon is coming up
Run it up
Fuck it up
My money doubled up
Aye
Sun going down but the moon is coming up
Aye
Sun going down but the moon is coming up
Yeahhh
We done took that shit too far
Now we in a whole other space
Backwoods going in rotation
Back to back
Might be loosing it on some other shit too
Sun's almost down though
Wind's blowing so I can burn another one
But shit
That's just the fact that
We been here for a minute
That's a long time
Shit, you smell gas cause we blowin
But hey, that shit just brought us here
Treesha already be knowin
It's a shit show outside
Crack the windows if ya lungs hurtin
The sun go down
Please come back
Cold at night
But I'm okay
For you cross that road
Look both ways
The sun go down
It's goin down
Wonder how she act
Around them niggas
When I'm not around
Wonder how my plug
Hit every play
When pack touchdown
Wonder how I fit
In every lane
You can't map my sound
We get high like charter planes
Cheap vacations where I stay
And you thought that she was yours
Well okay but not today
The sun go down
Please come back
Cold at night
But I'm okay
'Fore you cross that road
Look both ways
'Fore you cross that road
Look both ways
(Cold)
(Night)
(Cold)
(Night)
(Cold)
(Night)
I done put a whole lot of time into this shit
We done took this shit all the way back to the end of the day
Now we outside kicking it
Half of these bitches smoking
The other ones drinking
Shit
We just out at the beach
I got the red
Purple
And the green
Mix it with some orange and we got ourselves a codeine sunset
(Fuck)
Hoe it's sunset
Up as fuck
And we on drugs
One sec
When we get home
She give me rub
Opps out
Fuck that
I hit da road
Not coming back
Those panty pics on my b roll
My twizzy a chef
He feel home on the stove
And quiet as kept
But shoot like Steph
Fit all black
I feel like lone
But never clone
Can't hear a thing
I'm smoking loud
And in my zone
That pager ring
That paper king
That thrill not gone
No bb King
So Where it go?
Ughhhhhh
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Aye
Run it up
Run it up
Sun going down but the moon is coming up
Run it up
Fuck it up
My money doubled up
Aye
Sun going down but the moon is coming up
Aye
Sun going down but the moon is coming up
Yeahhh
We done took that shit too far
Now we in a whole other space
Backwoods going in rotation
Back to back
Might be loosing it on some other shit too
Sun's almost down though
Wind's blowing so I can burn another one
But shit
That's just the fact that
We been here for a minute
That's a long time
Shit, you smell gas cause we blowin
But hey, that shit just brought us here
Treesha already be knowin
It's a shit show outside
Crack the windows if ya lungs hurtin
The sun go down
Please come back
Cold at night
But I'm okay
For you cross that road
Look both ways
The sun go down
It's goin down
Wonder how she act
Around them niggas
When I'm not around
Wonder how my plug
Hit every play
When pack touchdown
Wonder how I fit
In every lane
You can't map my sound
We get high like charter planes
Cheap vacations where I stay
And you thought that she was yours
Well okay but not today
The sun go down
Please come back
Cold at night
But I'm okay
'Fore you cross that road
Look both ways
'Fore you cross that road
Look both ways
(Cold)
(Night)
(Cold)
(Night)
(Cold)
(Night)
Credits
Writer(s): Davon Beane
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