MIDNIGHT
It's already that time y'know?
Is it real enough now for you bitch?
(Hmm, yeah)
(Welcome to Midnight.)
Skeleton Man, Living a lie
Fucking junkies just walked in, graveyard shit
Aye
Feet is my fetish the way I walk out and I
Step on these niggas. (step on these niggas)
Two visa models, a gun to the head. (yeah)
Different choices but they still pull the trigger. (yah, yah)
It's never planned ever, this shit out the blue. (right out the blue)
Welcome to midnight I add and subtract
He been hiding the facts, and I'm thinking to shoot. (ok)
I been ahead and I'm not moving backwards
I guess your bitch is mad as fuck
She a two. (can you hear me know nigga)
(Aye,) Ghost a nigga he ain't hearing a peep
She in my DM's been crying and stuttering picking a side of a nigga
That made her sit watching the (whomp whomp) throat with no teeth
When I get done, I'ma pass her to street and then
I'm calling you up need you right on a knee
Chasing a bitch but it's nothing to me. (fuck you and that bitch)
(Yeah)
Did my lil dance okay. (yeah)
I did my lil dance okay. (yeah)
I did my lil dance, it's midnight
I got blood on my hands okay? (blood on my hands)
No money we tell' em to sit tight
Can he get him a band okay? (can he get him a band)
Now she riding my plans. (riding my plans)
Yeah
Take a trip with me
Soap in the bottle I'm taking it wit me. (alright)
Two in the morning we dancing for nothing
She feeling naughty because she with the pink Whitney
(Stick that shit up, yeah) Dating bitches who was not in my league
These Niggas settle for a four with a bitty
Wait tables she ain't bringing a fifty
Give her credit she got dreams of a model, (dreams)
And now this bottle got me
Thinking she pretty. (what's your fucking dreams nigga)
Wanna be addict, she gaining the habits
Tryna gain status, I'm thinking of Britney. (shut the fuck up)
He getting fucking up. Getting yo luck up
Give her a bottle, let's kill the hoe quickly
Pistol on me if her man gotta what-what, (you fucking bitch)
He been ready but I keep me a semi
Shoot up the muh-fucking spray tan
Shoot up the bitch like a soda acidic
Never lonely, yeah I'm glad to admit
These niggas smile like they really be popping
The easy way out make' em listen to critics. (you listening)
Understand now where the real friends at
Burn the house down, get the fire, we lit it
Might run it back but I'm already winning
(Yeah)
Did my lil dance okay
I did my lil dance okay
I did my lil dance, it's midnight, I got blood on my hands okay?
No money we tell' em to sit tight, Can he get him a band okay?
Now she riding my plans
Watching my wrist so I know when to stop. (so I know when)
In a sport I be losing to addicts, I'm watching' em drop
What can you do for me? (what can you do for me)
Give me assurance or fuck on a thot? (aye)
Call on the fam, but you musta forgot. (alright)
Lucky me I got a family here and
Some people under I can hit on the spot. (ok)
Heard she got hit in a parking lot. (yeah)
Suck it rough I need to see the snot
Least I can say I got forty-two k in a bank
And it's needy I move a lot
Least I can do is pull up on the wrist
And she blow me a kiss gotta make it hot
All of these niggas be tryna be petty
They telling truth? Or they cap a lot
(Yeah bitch)
Did my lil dance okay
I did my lil dance okay
I did my lil dance, it's midnight, I got blood on my hands okay?
No money we tell' em to sit tight, Can he get him a band okay?
Now she riding my plans
What type of ride are we going on exactly?
I just wanna see the town, don't you?
Is it real enough now for you bitch?
(Hmm, yeah)
(Welcome to Midnight.)
Skeleton Man, Living a lie
Fucking junkies just walked in, graveyard shit
Aye
Feet is my fetish the way I walk out and I
Step on these niggas. (step on these niggas)
Two visa models, a gun to the head. (yeah)
Different choices but they still pull the trigger. (yah, yah)
It's never planned ever, this shit out the blue. (right out the blue)
Welcome to midnight I add and subtract
He been hiding the facts, and I'm thinking to shoot. (ok)
I been ahead and I'm not moving backwards
I guess your bitch is mad as fuck
She a two. (can you hear me know nigga)
(Aye,) Ghost a nigga he ain't hearing a peep
She in my DM's been crying and stuttering picking a side of a nigga
That made her sit watching the (whomp whomp) throat with no teeth
When I get done, I'ma pass her to street and then
I'm calling you up need you right on a knee
Chasing a bitch but it's nothing to me. (fuck you and that bitch)
(Yeah)
Did my lil dance okay. (yeah)
I did my lil dance okay. (yeah)
I did my lil dance, it's midnight
I got blood on my hands okay? (blood on my hands)
No money we tell' em to sit tight
Can he get him a band okay? (can he get him a band)
Now she riding my plans. (riding my plans)
Yeah
Take a trip with me
Soap in the bottle I'm taking it wit me. (alright)
Two in the morning we dancing for nothing
She feeling naughty because she with the pink Whitney
(Stick that shit up, yeah) Dating bitches who was not in my league
These Niggas settle for a four with a bitty
Wait tables she ain't bringing a fifty
Give her credit she got dreams of a model, (dreams)
And now this bottle got me
Thinking she pretty. (what's your fucking dreams nigga)
Wanna be addict, she gaining the habits
Tryna gain status, I'm thinking of Britney. (shut the fuck up)
He getting fucking up. Getting yo luck up
Give her a bottle, let's kill the hoe quickly
Pistol on me if her man gotta what-what, (you fucking bitch)
He been ready but I keep me a semi
Shoot up the muh-fucking spray tan
Shoot up the bitch like a soda acidic
Never lonely, yeah I'm glad to admit
These niggas smile like they really be popping
The easy way out make' em listen to critics. (you listening)
Understand now where the real friends at
Burn the house down, get the fire, we lit it
Might run it back but I'm already winning
(Yeah)
Did my lil dance okay
I did my lil dance okay
I did my lil dance, it's midnight, I got blood on my hands okay?
No money we tell' em to sit tight, Can he get him a band okay?
Now she riding my plans
Watching my wrist so I know when to stop. (so I know when)
In a sport I be losing to addicts, I'm watching' em drop
What can you do for me? (what can you do for me)
Give me assurance or fuck on a thot? (aye)
Call on the fam, but you musta forgot. (alright)
Lucky me I got a family here and
Some people under I can hit on the spot. (ok)
Heard she got hit in a parking lot. (yeah)
Suck it rough I need to see the snot
Least I can say I got forty-two k in a bank
And it's needy I move a lot
Least I can do is pull up on the wrist
And she blow me a kiss gotta make it hot
All of these niggas be tryna be petty
They telling truth? Or they cap a lot
(Yeah bitch)
Did my lil dance okay
I did my lil dance okay
I did my lil dance, it's midnight, I got blood on my hands okay?
No money we tell' em to sit tight, Can he get him a band okay?
Now she riding my plans
What type of ride are we going on exactly?
I just wanna see the town, don't you?
Credits
Writer(s): Pacal Alejandro Bayley, Christian Saint James, Ed Rivera, Paulo Cesar Lasso
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