Midnight

GBG wont sleep we flockin out for Fresh
Screamin die hill we suited up for wreck
Every every trip i see red
Goin in for da kill not stopping for a ref
Point guard shooting ooting thru his flesh
Mid Range shot no need for a vest
Midnight marchin park up near they jects
This forty go barking when i tell em fetch

Like No bap
Three deep inna Hill hoodied up all black
Hang out bang out bro dont crash
Baby Jet throw the jet but he droppin it back
Whats under ya Hat 48 the Hats
Spot em bro drop em made da Jet lag
Mally kissin on men he fag
(What)
We made Zeek run track

Sum of our scenes was on feet
Like like cause we had no v
Spinning s block when its time to the creep
Smokin on Payso punching like creed
Klizz in the air pain sprinks
Me and A by our dolo spinning threw the three
Bro bro threw a shot on they block out the G
From the Hill to the west been troopin they ps

Hop out onna ops like hello (huh)
Shooting from deep on court like Melo
Like like them shots we gotta let go
All our ops scary shaky jello
Bro keep a stick he a don never tello
Twin wanna spin flick out the chello
Mask down on the two tryna shoot at they fellows
Bow bow bow bow

Lost bro we took trips don't get me started
Forty on bro hip on they strip it start barking
Die threes if its beef stop stalling
It get loud chasin down our target
Nowhere to go shots catch em regardless
Bro reverse da v let me spark shit
Woah im tryna throw why you
Oh they not in they ps we spinning thru they park then like like

(Oh they not in they ps we spinning thru they park then like

Like oh they not in they-
Bow bow)

Long Live the guys
Free All the guys



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Writer(s): Ray Swagg
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