Tonight

[Intro: Gangsta Boo]

It's clipping., bitch

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]

Turnt than a motherfucker

Bought that ho a shot cause you wanna cuff her

All these other motherfuckers think they stuntin'

But they spot is 'bout to close and they ain't pullin' nothin'

Walls smell like pussy when it sweat

Snort it to the face, but the club wet

Trying to get a taste, baby wanna flex

Sick of pushin' weight in an alley with a mind full of sex

She walk to the floor, leave the bar stool soakin'

Drop it down low, make it wade like the ocean

And every man up in here wanna see her bust it open

But you ain't gonna get it if you so soft-spoken

Flashing lights, molly dreams, face down low

DJ screaming "last call", that liquor dark, that dick gone hard

With visions of her legs up in the air over your face under her ass

And breaking lamps from beatin pussy purple cause she like it fast

Wha-wha-wha-what's your fantasy? Ass like Trina, face like Bey-

Oncé, and tell your story, try to whip her fine ass free

Cause she's probably used to ballers and ballin' you may not be

But shit, the spot about to close and you still ain't pulled you a freak?

[Hook: Daveed Diggs]

It's the last song of the night

Don't forget to tip the bartender

You got fucked up, that's alright

That ain't the only thing you came to do

Cause there's bad ones all around

And you ain't pulled your one yet

If you ain't locked it down by now

Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight (Yeah ho!)

Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight

[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]

I'm drunker than I ever been (Drunk)

Higher than I ever been (I'm high)

Don't you want to take me to the bar

To get a shot again? (Boom)

Don't you want to take me home?

Don't you want to see me roam? (Yeah, ho!)

Music beatin', twerkin' to the sound

I'm all up in my zone

Lookin' for a victim, caught him slippin'

I just want some sex

Nothing else to do when I leave the club

So that's the best thing next

Here, just take my number

When you leave, make sure you send a text

I'll be at the Waffle House waiting

Baby, fuck the rest (Yeah, ho!)

If you at the club and you feel trashed

And it's about to close (Yeah, ho!)

Make sure you have a freak that knows

How to bend and touch her toes

Make sure that that boy know

He got a play, what he waiting, I'm sold

He get to see me do dances and shit

Doin' a split and I'm killin' this shit

[Hook: Daveed Diggs]

It's the last song of the night

Don't forget to tip the bartender

You got fucked up, that's alright

That ain't the only thing you came to do

Cause there's bad ones all around

And you ain't pulled your one yet

If you ain't locked it down by now

Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight

Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight

[Beat Switch]

[Interlude: Daveed Diggs]

Yup

It's clipping.

Bitch

[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]

Tab on the bank card, molly on the gums

Last shot dark, brain, 808 bass drums

Laser in the eyeball, callus on the feet

Cab to the someplace, head in the backseat

Stumble up a staircase, floor missing boards

Hands fumbling through denim, keys—keys open doors

Tumble to the futon, teeth into soft skin

Fists full of weave, rip, lick, suck, coughin'

Acrylic on the spine, hand prints on the hips

Rug burn on the knees, salt on the lips

Beat it up, spread it out, bust it open, take it down

*Ah-hhh, ah-hhh* Eyes rolling, bones shaking

Lungs weak, breathing in somebody else's breath

Shit, hold up, what's your name, what's up with that breakfast?

[Hook: Daveed Diggs]

It's the last song of the night

Don't forget to tip the bartender

You got fucked up, that's alright

That ain't the only thing you came to do

Cause there's bad ones all around

And you ain't pulled your one yet

If you ain't locked it down by now

Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight

Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight