Nightshift
Yuh
I thought I did, but I guess I really didn't bitch
I don't give a fuck about nothing but my chicken strips
I count em up then I drive into the distance
I tell a nigga I don't give a fuck in an instant
"We couldn't see you sir", the cops hating on my tint
I got the elite kit, best money ever spent
They see my chain and wanna know how much I really spent
I look back and tell 'em, "more than you could reckon with"
Do you got your shit together? I'm just checking bitch
I'm out in Cali, but still on this Memphis shit
I stay on go, don't get smoked with who you smoking with
I'm shooting off a nigga lips if he talkin' shit
I caught him lacking in the Telli with a tinder bitch
She set him up, now she got a Cuban bracelеt
She wanna link, I add her to this waiting list
Bitch you number one thousand and eighty-six
I'm in Miami, at the licking for the shrimp again
We at the Tootsie's, eating dinner with her stripper friends
I'm in the double R, I switched another car again
I'm at the Soho House they only let the members in
I won't help no one out, I don't believe in having friends
I'm finna kick her out, she aggravated me again
I don't give a fuck about nothin' but them dividends
I'm with Cheechy, getting geeky, every weekend
I'm smoking gas I don't smoke no fucking weed pen
I'm stacking cash, bitch you still stacking wheat thins
She look back and said, "I hope we get to speak again"
If he think he did it better, he can think again
I'm up on the top floor, smoking in the ocean wind
He think he tough, okay lets drop him in the ocean then
These niggas fishy, I'ma cook him like a Yellowfin
Bitch I do sushi, drop wasabi in his eye lid
You either dumb or suicidal if you try again
She mad as fuck, cause she found out I lied again
I'ma put some shit together, I'ma tie the ends
I'ma catch a nigga lacking with his fashion friends
Fuck nigga don't want no smoke stick to vaping bitch
Bitch my shooter got an apron he be baking shit
I'm up in the block and bust a bitch, bro just make it quick
My youngin put a ski mask on his Chrimuh list
I fuck every single bitch you see him clubbing with
You just a guy friend, I'm a late night tip
Its 3 am, I'm at the club doing the night shift
The club closed, they said which one y'all we sliding with? (Yea, bitch)
I thought I did, but I guess I really didn't bitch
I don't give a fuck about nothing but my chicken strips
I count em up then I drive into the distance
I tell a nigga I don't give a fuck in an instant
"We couldn't see you sir", the cops hating on my tint
I got the elite kit, best money ever spent
They see my chain and wanna know how much I really spent
I look back and tell 'em, "more than you could reckon with"
Do you got your shit together? I'm just checking bitch
I'm out in Cali, but still on this Memphis shit
I stay on go, don't get smoked with who you smoking with
I'm shooting off a nigga lips if he talkin' shit
I caught him lacking in the Telli with a tinder bitch
She set him up, now she got a Cuban bracelеt
She wanna link, I add her to this waiting list
Bitch you number one thousand and eighty-six
I'm in Miami, at the licking for the shrimp again
We at the Tootsie's, eating dinner with her stripper friends
I'm in the double R, I switched another car again
I'm at the Soho House they only let the members in
I won't help no one out, I don't believe in having friends
I'm finna kick her out, she aggravated me again
I don't give a fuck about nothin' but them dividends
I'm with Cheechy, getting geeky, every weekend
I'm smoking gas I don't smoke no fucking weed pen
I'm stacking cash, bitch you still stacking wheat thins
She look back and said, "I hope we get to speak again"
If he think he did it better, he can think again
I'm up on the top floor, smoking in the ocean wind
He think he tough, okay lets drop him in the ocean then
These niggas fishy, I'ma cook him like a Yellowfin
Bitch I do sushi, drop wasabi in his eye lid
You either dumb or suicidal if you try again
She mad as fuck, cause she found out I lied again
I'ma put some shit together, I'ma tie the ends
I'ma catch a nigga lacking with his fashion friends
Fuck nigga don't want no smoke stick to vaping bitch
Bitch my shooter got an apron he be baking shit
I'm up in the block and bust a bitch, bro just make it quick
My youngin put a ski mask on his Chrimuh list
I fuck every single bitch you see him clubbing with
You just a guy friend, I'm a late night tip
Its 3 am, I'm at the club doing the night shift
The club closed, they said which one y'all we sliding with? (Yea, bitch)
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Writer(s): Xavier Beard, Freezy Freezy
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