NIGHTCAP

[Verse 1]

I be in the spot with my brodie, yeah we still here

I be spazzing out, so damn much I need a wheelchair

If you being fake, ion know, we keep it real here

Londo steady dropping [all them percs without a pill here?]

Switch it up, I done a change up

Had to go and get them rackaloonies, got my change up

If it ain’t about the money, what you finna say huh?

You’d think that I’m a teacher how I’m running through this paper

Bad lil bih, she got flavour

She can dress it up or she can do it with no makeup

If she mad we go a couple rounds, I bet we’ll make up

Bet that shit over when we wake up

[Hook]

It's the molly in my cup, it make me feel a type of way

Life been feeling strange, I been in a daze

I feel like I got a million ways I could get paid

Just gotta find a way, or I’ll make it play

If you ain’t talking money then I ain’t got much to say

Don’t wanna conversate, boy get out my way

Rolling out the packaloony, smoke it to my face

If we in the spot, you know we smoking out the place

Yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 2]

Big racks, wrap ‘em in a rubber band

Big chat coming from them other man

I’m all good, I don’t need another hand

Couple milly, ion need a hunnid bands

Like gimme more, that’s what she be screaming when I hit it raw

She was straight on me when I got in the door

And now she wanna [?]

Oh wait, huh

Wait, lemme check this quick

Wait, bring it right back I got sidetracked

I ain’t even think that she’d be freaky but she like that

When she come around I swear that pussy be my nightcap

Then I’m just swerving out the door wearing my night cap, yeah

And Nikey joggers, that’s my stilo

Baby I just beg you don’t tell no one, keep it d-low

I just shelled a cypher down and linked my brudda Ziro

I remember when this shit was zero

[Hook]

It's the molly in my cup, it make me feel a type of way

Life been feeling strange, I been in a daze

I feel like I got a million ways I could get paid

Just gotta find a way, or I’ll make it play

If you ain’t talking money then I ain’t got much to say

Don’t wanna conversate, boy get out my way

Rolling out the packaloony, smoke it to my face

If we in the spot, you know we smoking out the place

Yeah, yeah yeah