After Hours
Yehh, RTB nigga
(Mmhmm, Capo)
(I'm a real trench baby, nigga)
We done came a long way, but we here now
100 hoes running round the crib
I made 'em clear out
The Lamb' truck drive by itself
I'm finna steer now
I gotta keep my head on the swivel
I'm a deer now
Aye, it's all about the money, but who gone put in work
I just made 300 thousand
I feel like I'm Durk
Yo man got smoked at the light, "put 'em on a shirt"
Ain tryna hit her off the rip
She gotta top me first
Baby we can hit the Gucci sto'
Get whatever you want
Or we can go to Mexico
Imma take you alone
If you ain't putting no money in my pocket, "why you callin' my phone"
Already hit the hoe once
Bitch leave me alone
26th flo', I'm at the ARIA
One call, my nigga Chi will flip yo' car, Super Mario
Why the fuck you mad at the bitch
And you ain't starting bro
I'm finna switch my whole team
Imma start yo' hoe
We just fell out over some pape'
You was not my bro
Hit the bitch
Put her out
Told her "adios"
My young dog, hard as hell
He keep the Glockie on 'em
I just dropped a 8 in my Sprite
I got that Wokie on me
Nigga, they gone love you when you up
But when you down they don't care
Y'all niggas is some bitches
Why y'all shooting in the air
We up the sco' on the opps
Man this shit ain't even fair
I spent 30 in a day nigga, ion even care
Balenciaga glasses with the shirts, and it match the shoes
Just caught a flight from LA to Washington
I feel like I'm Kuz'
I just made 50 at the crib
I ain't gotta move
My nigga 'Trel fix shit cause he keep the tool
Nigga, I just hit my man's main bitch, but I played it cool
Bitches shaking ass, throwing coochie, and they in the pool
Made yo' bitch, give me FaceTime
Ion do the Zoom
Ain even know her name
I hit her off the whoopty whoop
All this money on me now
I feel like I'm rich
All these chains on my neck
I could take yo bitch
You just upped 10 thousand, "nigga that ain't shit"
I won't get a bitch a Uber
I'm finna call her a Lyft
Miles Bridges with the hoes, I be balling bitch
I be making money on my ass, John Wall and shit
Lil mama touch my dick with her teeth, now I'm off the bitch
Chi be putting niggas on
'Trel, he be offing shit
My daddy said, "gangstas move in silence"
Ion talk a lot
My favorite room is the kitchen
Nigga, I'm Sir Mix A Lot
The Wraith truck too big
It can't fit in the parking spot
Walking outta Drais, 100 hoes in the parking lot
(Nigga, RTB nigga, uhh huh)
(Call me Capo, call me Capo, ion cap though, nigga)
(Mmhmm, Capo)
(I'm a real trench baby, nigga)
We done came a long way, but we here now
100 hoes running round the crib
I made 'em clear out
The Lamb' truck drive by itself
I'm finna steer now
I gotta keep my head on the swivel
I'm a deer now
Aye, it's all about the money, but who gone put in work
I just made 300 thousand
I feel like I'm Durk
Yo man got smoked at the light, "put 'em on a shirt"
Ain tryna hit her off the rip
She gotta top me first
Baby we can hit the Gucci sto'
Get whatever you want
Or we can go to Mexico
Imma take you alone
If you ain't putting no money in my pocket, "why you callin' my phone"
Already hit the hoe once
Bitch leave me alone
26th flo', I'm at the ARIA
One call, my nigga Chi will flip yo' car, Super Mario
Why the fuck you mad at the bitch
And you ain't starting bro
I'm finna switch my whole team
Imma start yo' hoe
We just fell out over some pape'
You was not my bro
Hit the bitch
Put her out
Told her "adios"
My young dog, hard as hell
He keep the Glockie on 'em
I just dropped a 8 in my Sprite
I got that Wokie on me
Nigga, they gone love you when you up
But when you down they don't care
Y'all niggas is some bitches
Why y'all shooting in the air
We up the sco' on the opps
Man this shit ain't even fair
I spent 30 in a day nigga, ion even care
Balenciaga glasses with the shirts, and it match the shoes
Just caught a flight from LA to Washington
I feel like I'm Kuz'
I just made 50 at the crib
I ain't gotta move
My nigga 'Trel fix shit cause he keep the tool
Nigga, I just hit my man's main bitch, but I played it cool
Bitches shaking ass, throwing coochie, and they in the pool
Made yo' bitch, give me FaceTime
Ion do the Zoom
Ain even know her name
I hit her off the whoopty whoop
All this money on me now
I feel like I'm rich
All these chains on my neck
I could take yo bitch
You just upped 10 thousand, "nigga that ain't shit"
I won't get a bitch a Uber
I'm finna call her a Lyft
Miles Bridges with the hoes, I be balling bitch
I be making money on my ass, John Wall and shit
Lil mama touch my dick with her teeth, now I'm off the bitch
Chi be putting niggas on
'Trel, he be offing shit
My daddy said, "gangstas move in silence"
Ion talk a lot
My favorite room is the kitchen
Nigga, I'm Sir Mix A Lot
The Wraith truck too big
It can't fit in the parking spot
Walking outta Drais, 100 hoes in the parking lot
(Nigga, RTB nigga, uhh huh)
(Call me Capo, call me Capo, ion cap though, nigga)
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Writer(s): Frank G
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