It's Your Bedtime
I got jeans on, fuck them lil' leather pants, uh
Y'all can keep them, I don't want none of that, yuh
And my old betty mad, 'cause I didn't fuck right
My fault betty, I was off the drugs that night
If you wanna come back, I can do your back right
I can be your back light, we won't have a bad time
And these rappers wanna try me, hit wit a Glock 9
Night-night, it's your bed time
Real life GTA, bitch I got the feds crying
Keep it like 99, cus you know i stay lying
But don't get it twisted, that's only sometimes
Off the LSD, yeah thats only sometimes
I'm fucking on that Rich Ho, just like i'm Ban$up
I be listening to songs, shoutout Ban$up
Pull up the trap, uh, we got bands, uh
I make betty dance when she see the bands, yuh
I say "hell yeah" everyday like tana
I hope my opps get cancer
Hope they all die of cancer
Traveling the world like prancer
I ain't know lil' betty was a dancer
Can't fuck with 'em boys, they on banter
Ay, we gon' get 'em lit, like a lantern
Uh, we got hella sticks, like we campers
Uh, he a pedophile, he like pampers
I got jeans on, fuck them lil' leather pants, uh
Y'all can keep them, I don't want none of that, yuh
And my old betty mad, 'cause I didn't fuck right
My fault betty, I was off the drugs that night
If you wanna come back, I can do your back right
I can be your back light, we won't have a bad time
And these rappers wanna try me, hit wit a Glock 9
Y'all can keep them, I don't want none of that, yuh
And my old betty mad, 'cause I didn't fuck right
My fault betty, I was off the drugs that night
If you wanna come back, I can do your back right
I can be your back light, we won't have a bad time
And these rappers wanna try me, hit wit a Glock 9
Night-night, it's your bed time
Real life GTA, bitch I got the feds crying
Keep it like 99, cus you know i stay lying
But don't get it twisted, that's only sometimes
Off the LSD, yeah thats only sometimes
I'm fucking on that Rich Ho, just like i'm Ban$up
I be listening to songs, shoutout Ban$up
Pull up the trap, uh, we got bands, uh
I make betty dance when she see the bands, yuh
I say "hell yeah" everyday like tana
I hope my opps get cancer
Hope they all die of cancer
Traveling the world like prancer
I ain't know lil' betty was a dancer
Can't fuck with 'em boys, they on banter
Ay, we gon' get 'em lit, like a lantern
Uh, we got hella sticks, like we campers
Uh, he a pedophile, he like pampers
I got jeans on, fuck them lil' leather pants, uh
Y'all can keep them, I don't want none of that, yuh
And my old betty mad, 'cause I didn't fuck right
My fault betty, I was off the drugs that night
If you wanna come back, I can do your back right
I can be your back light, we won't have a bad time
And these rappers wanna try me, hit wit a Glock 9
Credits
Writer(s): Gwen Campbell
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