With the mic

Son of the night

She talkin’ too much I gave her the pipe

I need my mind wide open baby pass me the light

Backwoods life but a Dutch shall suffice (Aye)

Shawty came thru with a extra glock (Aye)

Rolling on these horse like I’m Camelot (Uh)

Feds tryna catch me on the cams a lot

But my niggas got my back double like a camel got

If you were a god too you would hide your face

My flow is so potent baby I thought it was laced

I’m Kobe in the kitchen niggas needing that base

I feel like Based God with a AR

So far I’m tellin y’all

I got style stay for a while lil mama get a taste

This ain’t Hell but my world ’s a similar place

Be my Gina Montana till you reach my grave

Free you of your brain

No longer are you a slave

Shawty behave

She said she couldn’t help it

The way I pulled up in that thing I swear her brain melted

She moving that body

Sho got me

She felt it

If I had enough to buy her soul man she prolly would sell it

Keep my index finger gangsta keep my style pimpin

Her ass an atheist the way it’s against my religions

Your holiness had risen

Since God made the prisms

My mentals been one with your very existence we met on other dimensions

I’m tryna say that we fucked in a past life

Plus, I feel like I seen that ass twice

No advice, I know exactly what we doin’

Just make sure that you know that it’s the bread that I’m pursuing

(So) so what we got here baby that shall prosper

Whatever you call this that shall prosper

Just give me your whole heart that’s all it will cost ya

Got you going crazy for a young ass mobster like



(Aye)

She feelin’ the same

I know she feelin the same

I know she feelin the same

She feelin the same (Aye)

I know she feelin the same

Cuz its so mutual

Cuz its so mutual



In my whip don’t push no buttons

Been riding all day stayed up clutching

Hit ‘em from the back there ain’t no frontin’

So I need something baby I need something

To get god’s mind right, alright

Chocolate creamery what would I do for the Klondike?

Please align a soldier’s chakras just right

We can hit this mary till we see Christ

And baby we gone baptize these sheets all night

Baby Ima beast all night

Like Dooby MPC girl Ima beat all night

Tell your man that you got work at its gone be all night

But that’s only for the freak in you

My goddess when I pray sometimes I feel like I aint reaching you

To be true

Few have really caughten my view

Even tho they look like queens they have no mental proof

When these fiends start to speak, police bring heat to the streets, most of these brawds say poof

But if I got you baby who do I need?

When I got you baby who do I need?

Cuz you was with me before the pounds and keys

With me when my ignition still needed a key

I love your I love your curves and figures

Way you curvin’ these niggas

Let ‘em know that daddy bring the pain

Please please let em know that daddy off the cain

In your future Ex box can’t believe a nigga playing this game

Aye and she feelin the same, yeah I know she feeling the same

In your future Ex box cant believe young mobster still playing this game



(Mane)