Another Late Night (feat. Lil Yachty)

Grow up, ****

Grrah, grrah, aye

This lil' Drizzy reppin' 'Crete, aye

My brother Capo from the way, he from the street, aye

Wanna fuck with me? Well, baby, I'm discreet, aye

Aye, thinkin' 'bout this pill I took, pillow talkin'

Shorty rinsin' Dillon Brooks, can't believe this **** talkin', damn

My bank account is magnolia, Milly rockin', aye

Weirdos in my comments talkin' 'bout some Millie Bobby, look

Bring them jokes up to the gang, we get to really flockin'

Or send a finger to your mama in some FedEx boxes

Open up that shit, it's jaw droppin', really shockin', aye

I ain't pretty flacko, bitch, this shit get really rocky, aye, what? Damn, what?

Dirty how I did him in the Wraith, what? Say

She actin' Hollywood, this ain't L.A., no way

She a pretty little liar like she Shay, but that's bae

Long as she don't lie to me, then it's okay

It's just another late night with my bitch, aye

Just another late night with my bitch, aye (With my bitch)

And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, aye (Yeah, my bitch)

'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, man (Pssh, pssh)

Just another late night with my dawg (Pssh, with my dawg)

Just another late night with my bitch (Pssh, with my bitch)

And we ridin' 'round, tryna make sense (Make sense)

Of whatever comes first, it comes next (Yeah, blatt)

Hm, hm, hm, hm

Grrah, pssh, pssh, pssh (Yeah)

Hm, hm, hm, hm (Pssh)

Concrete

Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, huh (Pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)

It's Lil' Boat, I'm practically now from the 6ix (I'm from the 6ix)

My doggy Luxxy ignorant, he from the bricks (He's from the bricks)

Thinkin' about this styrocup, really Wockin'

Let her fuck on one my opps, let's see who really poppin'

Demolition gang, pop out, yeah, we get it knockin'

Boost a white bitch up, and now she think she really poppin'

Fuck my bitch new body, sadly, I got demoitis

My bitch know it's us without openin' either of her eyelids (Us)

It be so pure, I don't even fuck, ain't tryna raise her mileage

You take G6s knowin' you'll never take one with pilot ('Kay)

I let her go, and she fine as hell, but baby wasn't stylish (Yeah)

She had big tits like Billie Eilish but she couldn't sing (Drip)

We catch the opps, don't want no apologies, just kiss the ring (Mwah)

Brrt, brrt (Damn)

Yeah, ring, yeah, ring (Mwah)

Brrt, brrt

Ring, yeah, ring

I'll support the opps before I support sippin' green ('Kay)

We up in the Turks with twenty bitches, just me and my team (Us)

It's just another late night with my bitch, aye

Just another late night with my bitch, aye (With my bitch)

And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, aye (Yeah, my bitch)

'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, man (Pssh, pssh)

Just another late night with my dawg (Pssh, with my dawg)

Just another late night with my bitch (Pssh, with my bitch)

And we ridin' 'round, tryna make sense (Make sense)

Of whatever comes first, it comes next (Blatt, grrah)