Long Nights

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[Chorus: Certified Trapper] Long nights, I was on that block Catchin' heads, goin' to school, dope boy knock All them niggas play it crazy, got they ass popped In the booth with an eighty, I ain't gon' lie Niggas ain't really havin' motion, I ain't gon' lie If the sheriffs get behind me in this car, yeah, I won't stop Hit the gloves and the mask every day 'til your ass drop [Verse 1: Certified Trapper] Big sack on me, nigga, I'm just tryna catch a pop I don't give a fuck who you witness, heard you testified Drac' with the switch on this bitch and it's extra loud Man, I really have my way in this fuckin' town I line his bitch ass up then put him down Nigga, shut your bitch ass up, you still on that pound Bitch pussy wetter than a bitch, yeah, I'm finna drown I don't give a fuck about this shit, I'll put it down Yeah, I really got them G's, but I'll come to put you down [Chorus: Certified Trapper, BabyTron & Both] Long nights, I was on that block Catchin' heads, goin' to school, dopе boy knock All them niggas play it crazy, got they ass popped In thе booth with an eighty, I ain't gon' lie Niggas ain't really havin' motion, I ain't gon' lie If the sheriffs get behind me in this car, yeah, I won't stop (Ayy, ayy, ayy, skrrt, skrrt) Hit the gloves and the mask every day 'til your ass drop (Whew) [Verse 2: BabyTron] Drop a dub on your block like it's the blacktop (Brrt) Brought a ten in the school and had the staff shot (Shit) You would think I get 'em gone, Bo swiped his crack rocks Texas de Brazil all-you-can-eat, this ain't no BlackRock (Yeah) Out-of-town store green, we hit the jackpot I done gotten better, had a pistol in my sandbox Had a cough for a week, ask the doc, do she have Wock'? Sentence would've been times ten, they found the stash spot (Swear) All this jewelry on my body got me gold-blooded 7.62's'll turn a dread head to Joe Budden (Whew) Cappin' like we fam or somethin', LOL, woah, cousin Free Unky, used to beat the pot like it stole somethin' (Free Unky) [Chorus: Certified Trapper, BabyTron & Both] Long nights, I was on that block Catchin' heads, goin' to school, dope boy knock All them niggas play it crazy, got they ass popped (Bow) In the booth with an eighty, I ain't gon' lie Niggas ain't really havin' motion, I ain't gon' lie (No have, no have, no have) If the sheriffs get behind me in this car, yeah, I won't stop Hit the gloves and the mask every day 'til your ass drop [Outro: BabyTron] Put on gloves and the mask every day 'til your ass drop Clap, clap, clap, clap Clap, clap, clap, clap ShittyBoyz, DogShit Militia, what's the deal, Certified?
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Credits
- Writers
- BabyTron
- Certified Trapper