After Hours
Get to the green make me feel like I'm lucky
Get to the chicken not talking Kentucky
Bad bitch, I could tell she wanna fuck me
Savage, I could put dick in her tummy
Rapping with paper I feel like a mummy
She give me brain make me look like a dummy
Here from the start I could tell that you love me
Came at the end you can't get nothing from me
Why they keep playing with me
Oh that's ya bitch why she laying with me
Bro got the pack and you know it ain't free
She giving brain like she need a degree
Chasing the green and the top like I'm climbing a tree
You niggas ain't fucking with me
Me, I'm being the best I could be
Be, the best is someone I could be
Ain't focused on haters I'm focused on commas
Working on music I stay out the drama
I know I'm gon make it that's word to my momma
Can't no one stop me they know that's a problem
I know ya last nigga left you with some trauma
Let's go real far maybe to the Bahamas
And chill on the beach sippin pina colada
In love with designer she only want Prada
In love with my music could tell by the streams
Like I signed a max I ain't switching no teams
Love me or not cuz there's no in between
It's just me and my brothers we chasing a dream
No rat shit gotta get to the cheese oh
I peep shit but I'm sipping on tea oh
I'm dropping heat like I stay in the kitchen
Cookin up song after song I ain't missing
Far from the snakes you ain't gang keep a distance
Never in one of my songs catch me dissing
After I fuck hit the bathroom I'm pissing
Go for round two get my nut then I'm dipping
I get her wet then pull out I ain't slipping
Whole team get money then that's we winning
I cannot love no hoe
Noo
Hit it then I gotta go
Woah
Know I'm on go go go
Goo
At least you know know know
Know
Get to the green make me feel like I'm lucky
Get to the chicken not talking Kentucky
Bad bitch, I could tell she wanna fuck me
Savage, I could put dick in her tummy
Rapping with paper I feel like a mummy
She give me brain make me look like a dummy
Here from the start I could tell that you love me
Came at the end you can't get nothing from me
Get to the chicken not talking Kentucky
Bad bitch, I could tell she wanna fuck me
Savage, I could put dick in her tummy
Rapping with paper I feel like a mummy
She give me brain make me look like a dummy
Here from the start I could tell that you love me
Came at the end you can't get nothing from me
Why they keep playing with me
Oh that's ya bitch why she laying with me
Bro got the pack and you know it ain't free
She giving brain like she need a degree
Chasing the green and the top like I'm climbing a tree
You niggas ain't fucking with me
Me, I'm being the best I could be
Be, the best is someone I could be
Ain't focused on haters I'm focused on commas
Working on music I stay out the drama
I know I'm gon make it that's word to my momma
Can't no one stop me they know that's a problem
I know ya last nigga left you with some trauma
Let's go real far maybe to the Bahamas
And chill on the beach sippin pina colada
In love with designer she only want Prada
In love with my music could tell by the streams
Like I signed a max I ain't switching no teams
Love me or not cuz there's no in between
It's just me and my brothers we chasing a dream
No rat shit gotta get to the cheese oh
I peep shit but I'm sipping on tea oh
I'm dropping heat like I stay in the kitchen
Cookin up song after song I ain't missing
Far from the snakes you ain't gang keep a distance
Never in one of my songs catch me dissing
After I fuck hit the bathroom I'm pissing
Go for round two get my nut then I'm dipping
I get her wet then pull out I ain't slipping
Whole team get money then that's we winning
I cannot love no hoe
Noo
Hit it then I gotta go
Woah
Know I'm on go go go
Goo
At least you know know know
Know
Get to the green make me feel like I'm lucky
Get to the chicken not talking Kentucky
Bad bitch, I could tell she wanna fuck me
Savage, I could put dick in her tummy
Rapping with paper I feel like a mummy
She give me brain make me look like a dummy
Here from the start I could tell that you love me
Came at the end you can't get nothing from me
Credits
Writer(s): Nahshon Benjamin
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