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  • [Intro]
    La-La-la-la
    Me and Rich in here at 2 o'clock in the morning
    More Saturday Night Tunes
    You ironing your mother*******' leather sweat pants for the club
    [Verse 1]
    Outside like Tommy Buns
    Four in the morning
    I'm about to blow the horn
    Hurry ya ass up homeboy - it's on
    Can't get passed up
    Are you cashed up enough to weather the storm?
    That ************t coming I know
    That ************t coming for sure
    Some look it right in the eye
    Some *******s run for the door
    I'm prepaired so I'ma stay right here
    Front porch OG rocking chair
    Putting that ******* doja in the air
    Those cannot compare
    Your flow's not rare
    Run of the mill
    You can find that anywhere
    But this ************t right here
    Get in your ears quickly
    Fiending you out
    You'll be customer of the year now
    ************es want to date
    Cause her man always hate
    Saying my name everyday
    Now she wanna know how it taste
    I'm in here rapping making up these tapes
    Like I be wrapping up the weight
    Razor blade scrape lines
    Clean the hole plate
    Ma' say your grace
    [Hook]
    Calling them hoes ************es
    And smoking my ************ up
    Ten toes down I'ma stay g'd up
    Calling them hoes ************es
    And smoking my ************ up
    Throw the set
    Whenever you see us
    Calling them hoes ************es
    And smoking my ************ up
    Ten toes down I'ma stay g'd up
    Calling them hoes ************es
    And smoking my ************ up
    [Verse 2]
    Miami Vice on mute
    ************ lit, killer beats on loop
    Repeat this until I step into the booth
    Laying something new
    And then I'm in that old school
    When the session through
    From the grower, directly to you
    I got so many styles it be hard to choose
    Rather to just lay 'em
    Or just save 'em for later
    Cause *******s be waiting
    For a chance to steal your sound
    And then pretend to be the originator
    Fake it till they make it
    Bogus jewelry - fool, you just gold plated
    My Chevy heavy, so is my bracelet
    Not complacent, rather impatient
    Can't be waiting on that paper
    I'ma have to chase it
    Though it's mad evasive
    Spin move, juke and shaking
    Choosing to get in this hustle
    Could make you or break you
    Or just make you crazy
    Or make you major
    And take you places
    It's all on how you play it
    Just how any game is
    [Hook x2]
  • [Intro]
    La-La-la-la
    Me and Rich in here at 2 o'clock in the morning
    More Saturday Night Tunes
    You ironing your mother*******' leather sweat pants for the club
    [Verse 1]
    Outside like Tommy Buns
    Four in the morning
    I'm about to blow the horn
    Hurry ya ass up homeboy - it's on
    Can't get passed up
    Are you cashed up enough to weather the storm?
    That ************t coming I know
    That ************t coming for sure
    Some look it right in the eye
    Some *******s run for the door
    I'm prepaired so I'ma stay right here
    Front porch OG rocking chair
    Putting that ******* doja in the air
    Those cannot compare
    Your flow's not rare
    Run of the mill
    You can find that anywhere
    But this ************t right here
    Get in your ears quickly
    Fiending you out
    You'll be customer of the year now
    ************es want to date
    Cause her man always hate
    Saying my name everyday
    Now she wanna know how it taste
    I'm in here rapping making up these tapes
    Like I be wrapping up the weight
    Razor blade scrape lines
    Clean the hole plate
    Ma' say your grace
    [Hook]
    Calling them hoes ************es
    And smoking my ************ up
    Ten toes down I'ma stay g'd up
    Calling them hoes ************es
    And smoking my ************ up
    Throw the set
    Whenever you see us
    Calling them hoes ************es
    And smoking my ************ up
    Ten toes down I'ma stay g'd up
    Calling them hoes ************es
    And smoking my ************ up
    [Verse 2]
    Miami Vice on mute
    ************ lit, killer beats on loop
    Repeat this until I step into the booth
    Laying something new
    And then I'm in that old school
    When the session through
    From the grower, directly to you
    I got so many styles it be hard to choose
    Rather to just lay 'em
    Or just save 'em for later
    Cause *******s be waiting
    For a chance to steal your sound
    And then pretend to be the originator
    Fake it till they make it
    Bogus jewelry - fool, you just gold plated
    My Chevy heavy, so is my bracelet
    Not complacent, rather impatient
    Can't be waiting on that paper
    I'ma have to chase it
    Though it's mad evasive
    Spin move, juke and shaking
    Choosing to get in this hustle
    Could make you or break you
    Or just make you crazy
    Or make you major
    And take you places
    It's all on how you play it
    Just how any game is
    [Hook x2]