Up All Night

Opps been dropping they time expired
Man 'dem scary but not like Myers
Done so much spinning I wrecked my tires
Can't get into detail on what transpired
Up on the block it's killers for hire
Standing for hours, no they not tired
And they gon' do what's required
Always looking for work like they just been fired

I got haters pissed, since a lil kid I just wanna be rich
Still with the gang and I wouldn't even switch
Sippin' codeine and I wasn't even sick
They want me spliffed, but then they come around come around throwing them shots niggas don't even hit
Really be bitch
Still on that block everyday even knowing our lives were at risk

Niggas who doing the most be hoes, don't wanna be friends I'm good with the bros
All pockets full like I fuck with the fours, they can't get up with me when I'm in that mode
Bitches ain't hit me back when I was broke now they off patron, taking off clothes
No time for phones I'm in my zone, hearing her moan then I go ghost
They do not rap about what they been living, I got me a forty glock tucked in my denim
Lately on defense I used to be spinning, I still talk to god even though I been sinnin'
Try to stay humble even though that I'm winning, I check on my loved ones and then I go missing
Niggas killed bro so now poles I been gripping
Jumped in that water with sharks and went swimming
They was never there them days, I was out all night just tryna' make plays
They was throwing us shots, I was ducking them strays
Make the opps block hot 'cause we the ones who flamed
If I want you dead I got one, two ways
I could slide by myself or get you sprayed
I don't need no beam I got good aim, lawyer fees stay ready and that's just incase
Best be ready, you tryna' come get me
The last nigga tempt me, his brains turned spaghetti
I'm focused when sparking and holding it steady
I'm hitting my target and leaving him deady
Hotline blinging missed calls on my celly
I just touched down roll up pass me the Henny
I don't got time to get close and be friendly, I'm good who I'm with niggas hoes and they envy
Like I wasn't just down bad, niggas dying for fame really going out sad
Lil boy want a name now it's on his toe tag
After uppin' my flame watch them boys turn flash
Watch for them cameras, we ain't gotta worry 'bout that
Already came with my mask, and I came just to blast
Leave a nigga on his ass, then I'm hitting the dash two - fifty the max
And I been trappin' for months
Pockets packing a punch
Hit the spot I'm wrapping it up
Come to guala I can't get enough
Had to bring all the bro's up to speed 'cause this lifestyle fast and it ain't slowing up
Come to commas been stacking it up
Young and smart so I can't go out dumb
Know some niggas that went out just like that
Heard that lil boy got beat and ain't fight back
Got booked on that block and went right back, even though on my head is a price tag
I should be out somewhere it's nice at, spending money give a fuck where the price at
Sippin' Casamigos where is my ice at
I got paper coming yeah I like that

Opps been dropping they time expired
Man 'dem scary but not like Myers
Done so much spinning I wrecked my tires
Can't get into detail on what transpired
Up on the block it's killers for hire
Standing for hours, no they not tired
And they gon' do what's required
Always looking for work like they just been fired

I got haters pissed, since a lil kid I just wanna be rich
Still with the gang and I wouldn't even switch
Sippin' codeine and I wasn't even sick
They want me spliffed, but then they come around come around throwing them shots niggas don't even hit
Really be bitch
Still on that block everyday even knowing our lives were at risk

Lives were at risk
Still was on that block, our lives were at risk



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Writer(s): Christopher Greene
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