Collective Nights

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Ooh, Sav killed it) (Damn, Sav) [Verse] Big-ass gun on my hip, I could drop a moose I just sold a fake green egg to a ham, I'm Dr. Seuss Do a drive by in a Hellcat, comin' out the roof Fucked your bitch, recorded it, I walked out with proof Pockets swole, I just had a money fight walkin' out of Truth It be 6, 7, 8 in the mornin', walkin' out the booth I ain't really make pros today 'cause I bought some juice See, the thing with me is I'm gettin' respect 'cause I talk the truth It got kinda cold in my city, so I bought a Goose Last nigga pulled a gun out on me, poof Yeah, he disappeared I don't listen to shit my bitch say, I got little ears Your crib ain't really shit if you ain't never almost hit a deer I just had to sell my car for ten racks Had to sell my car for ten racks, a nigga got killed in there They like, "Why you always at the booth?" 'Cause I live in here No cap, I done probably made a quarter mil' in here The way this shit goin', Rio finna be a millionaire In a room full of real niggas, we don't steal in here Y'all better tighten up 'fore somebody get peeled in there I don't just be shit talkin', boy, I'm lyrical God told me to buy this pint, it's spiritual "Neph', what the whole things be goin' for? Bring a beer or two" That's what my unky said when he seen me in Givenchy shoes You like a slow old-school, you was built to lose I just had to check my stash spot, it was filled with blues Drank my whole cup right now, I'm not sippin' juice Told Double we gon' have to box if he don't sell this deuce I'm a motherfuckin' fiend I just sold a half a brick and wasn't nothin' clean Finna be a holocaust, I just bought a new machine gun This a real hundred racks, if you ain't never seen one Brodie got two pints, I'm like, "I want the clean one" Your baby daddy broke as hell, he a peon Hit your bitch raw in your living room, ah Hit your bitch raw on your couch and I'ma skeet— Hit your bitch raw on your couch, pull it out and skeet on it Bitch called me lame 'cause I pulled out twenty G's on her If me or Lou don't buy the drank, I know 2G's want it Amiris on with the zebra prints, spent two G's on 'em We just caught an opp without a strap, we beat on him Oh, that nigga know how to fight, pull the heat on him Damn, that nigga got hands a lil' bit Alright, hold on, watch this Alright Nigga, back back 'fore I take your top off Three Perc 30s, I can't even get my rocks off I know I love the bitch, I just took my Gucci socks off Four hoes and a small pop look like hot sauce Shit, this a spicy moment Bro said I cut him on the drank, well, fight me for it My dick damn near hurt the way you niggas bitin' on it Told the plug get it back in blood, had a Pooh Shiesty moment Yeah, nigga, I'll take your shit Please don't try to square up, I'll break your shit Do you want a fake brick? Let me make that shit I'm like, "Danny, loop the beat," he like, "Wait, that's it" Bitch, I ain't done rappin' Dog keep droppin' videos, he ain't done cappin' I'll never lose bars, I have fun rappin' I just got into it with my double cup, threw a one at it [Outro] Man, ah (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) That's a hun—, yeah I poured a one in that bitch straight, no pop (Ooh, Sav) Put some ice on there and drunk it, nigga We layin' like that Oh shit, the beat goin'? Y'all niggas made as hell 'cause I'ma keep goin' They like, "Rio, stop rappin'," I'ma keep flowin' And I got a whole pint of Wock', bitch, I'ma keep pourin' Shit