Countdown
3 2 1 till its sundown
Afterhours
Yeah them night bois run the town now
Who them bois wildin in the streets
We dem bois selling watchu need
Countdown
3 2 1 till its sundown
Afterhours
Yeah them night bois run the town now
Who them bois wildin in the streets
We dem bois selling watchu need
Suns down, meaning it's my crews time to come out
Burnt out, tires hit the road as we run out
Of sip sip, buddy know we always with the drip drip
Curving all these thots who still tryna get our dick licked
A misfit, toking on some biscuit
No mistress, for this kid
No mistakes
Grill em like some briskets
I'm just zooming through the night Evading throw the ditches
Money still rule my find
So fuck em other bitches
I ain't really got no time to pose for all these pictures
Fade off in the night
While I'm sipping with no mixers
Fuck em
Talking bout some shit they never did
This some grown up shit
Past your bed time lil kid
Ay you know what happens when the sun goes down homie
At the South Side D H A K A homie
We got dem demons we got dem women coming out
Lezgo
Hollup, lil bitch wait a second
Cross on my neck daily fit I'm the reverend
Talking bout sins yeah I got more than seven
Knocking on the door but I doubt this is heaven
Whatchu you need? I'm sellin
Jimmy the door, break open like a felon
Need the cash or the ass I don't do freebies
But you choosing ass I might just get u litty
Sending sounds to your noggin
I'm with my boys
We making noise
We in a spaceship
Bout to deploy
Tokyo drifting
Yeah we misfits
Making nuisance
Singing nuisance