Might As Well

Lyrics
[Intro: Quentin Miller] Yeah, uhh Ha... Half-A-Mil I get that pop beat shit, you know When I'm around these niggas, cause this a real.. Yeah... [Chorus: Quentin Miller & Dom Kennedy] Might as well come over the night Might as well throw that drink all night Might as well do what you like Live your life, yeah, live your life Niggas can't take nothing from us It ain't band, it ain't nothing to discuss Is you hoppin' in or what? Is you fallin' through or what? [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] Or they mad now, check their blood Held my position, I didn't budge OPM for real, it's a flush The real reason y'all keep breaking up Got the whole game in my cut Money only thing I wanna touch Drinkin' rozay like it's crush You might as well come over the night Got my big chain on like I'm Puff I know real OGs, try your luck And he ain't fuckin' with the plug Undefeated-Bape camp, it's all blowin' drugs, yeah [Chorus: Quentin Miller & Hit-Boy] Might as well come over the night Might as well throw that drink all night Might as well do what you like Live your life, yeah, live your life Niggas can't take nothing from us It ain't band, it ain't nothing to discuss Is you hoppin' in or what? Is you fallin' through or what? [Verse 2: Hit-Boy] Yeah, watch out with that, give you [?], watch me, zip-packs, my 75 I got them [?] Got them, kidnapped Two girls, kiss candy Tryna take a nice swim, let me hit the pool Slide up, take the scenic route, yeah And I'm driving reckless, it's all on Island Drive, ay, ay They can't take my spirit, got to much drive, ay, ay They still prayin' that I won't survive HS87 still alive, yeah I can't fuck with niggas cause they actors Lit at 4AM, I ain't had to pop a capsule Gassin' your function like I'm Cam from the Crashes Roll up 30 dutches and don't pass one Run up all the bad ones, yeah [Chorus: Quentin Miller] Might as well come over the night Might as well throw that drink all night Might as well do what you like Live your life, yeah, live your life Niggas can't take nothing from us It ain't band, it ain't nothing to discuss Is you hoppin' in or what? Is you fallin' through or what? [Verse 3: Quentin Miller] You been working all day, you need a brake Might as well pull up to my place, yeah I need some friends in your state, yeah There's some friends, what you wait, wait? Wait, I got some [?] on my head Can't be letting anybody in They don't wanna give me my respect I'm numb to it, I don't even get upset Bigger things, on to bigger things Richer things, Puff & Biggie things I got you in the morning, I got Listerine Yada'mean? Know what I mean? Yeah...
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Credits
- Writers
- Hit-Boy
- DOM KENNEDY