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Late Night Vibes
ShooterGang Kony
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Pookie made me finish this
I was tryna go home
We gettin' money over here, my nigga, mind your business
We from the trenches, we was sick, you should've seen my niggas
I hate when niggas act like bitches, always in they feelings
Then get some money, turn too cool, but only when they winning
Feeling like the chosen one, safe to say you owe me one
I pull up with shit that make your bitches wanna throw me some
Crackers took my dog, he won't be back 'til 2041
Brodie in the pen, he'll make it back 'cause he the coldest gun
If y'all suckers slide and we start bustin', then you owe me one
Always think I'm lying, that's just some shit you gotta overcome
When my brodie die like Tiger Woods, I'll put a hole in one
She be doing tricks like Gary Knight, think she could show me some
They don't care if the killing's involved
She getting feelings involved
'Til all them feelings withdraw, can't let her slip through my paws
I learned to function with flaws and deal with fakers
I learned ninety-five percent of these bitches is really basic
Ayy, I guess I'm rocking with the K tonight
D'usse and Patrón, I like my drinks with ice
Once you see the post, shit, it's too late to fight
I might bust your beanie on a janky night
Since it's getting late, I'll let her stay the night
Yeah, and she just tryna get some janky pipe
You might be in for a minute if you play it right
Told me love is bulletproof, I told that bitch to say it twice
Ain't in competition with nobody, ain't no hosin' me
Posted in these trenches, this ain't Venice, it's Dakota's beach
Jodeci, I'll let this chopper sing before you go to sleep
Since you acting stupid, I'm gon' cause a scene before I leave
All I got is izm for a bitch and entertainment
Cold, you made my heart just for another bitch to take it
She getting what you want, another case of high maintenance
I ain't chasing since you thinking
You some shit that don't be stinking
Who got you in your feelings? You should drink about it
Dog ain't never shot his pistol when you think about it
Look, I drop twenty in the paint, they gotta keep on fouling
The feds browsing, they know that I can't leave without it
I can't get in tune inside the stu' and, bitch, I'm blaming you
You tryna buzz me in the mood, I'm tryna break it through
I can't teach you how to love me, this ain't makeup, boo
There's security in the front, we snuck the K through, gang
It's 1 AM in this motherfucker
Bitch keep calling my phone, I'm buzzed
Pookie in that motherfucker stealing Red Bulls
Shit, dry bitch ass sleep on the couch
You know the vibes, nigga
You know this shit
It's on the four
Yeah, gang