out for the night (part 2)

作曲：21 Savage,Jacques Webster,Ahmar Bailey,Carlos Santana

作词：21 Savage,Jacques Webster,Ahmar Bailey,Carlos Santana

Give her back shots 'til her back hurt Back shots

Thumb through the money 'til my hands hurt Cash out

Wanna go on a date? You gotta dance first Yah, yah

Take it to the paint, I gotta slam first Yah, yah

She be actin' stiff with the booty On God

Feelin' like I'm Biggie rockin' Coogi On God

Draco make you put up that lil' Uzi On God

I don't want no features, *****s groupies Straight up

Pass her to the gang, quarterback sneak Quarterback sneak

I was in my feelings, now it's, "***** Kiki" Worried 'bout

Let lil' Tip hit that *****, on GP Straight up

Smokin' gas, *****, I re-up at the BP

Five foot five Five, she my ride or die Die

Never tell a lie Lie ，we like Bonnie and Clyde Clyde

Lookin' at her thigh high, like, "Do it come with rice?" Rice

She don't like FaceTime, she would rather Skype

But I'm out for the night Straight up

Out for the night Straight up

Out for the night Straight up

Out for the night Straight up

Yeah, I'm out for the night On God

Out for the night On God

Out for the night On God

Out for the night On God

Yeah, you workin' hard Hard

And I see you l do

And your bills late Late

And your rent due Yeah

And you never need a man to defend you Straight up

You already pissed off, on your menstrual Straight up

And you been through Yeah

Cause he been through Yeah

You a star player Yeah

And he benched you Yeah

In your corner, I'd never go against you On God

Bought a foreign, now it's friends wanna text you Straight up

You got off late Late

And you worked out (Worked

You ain't stunt his baby mama 'cause she burnt out Burnt

You got rid of him and made sure that we worked out Facts

So I put a hunnid racks in your purse now Racks

Five foot five Five, she my ride or die Die

Never tell a lie Lie, we like Bonnie and Clyde Clyde

Lookin' at her thigh Thigh, like, "Do it come with rice?" Rice

She don't like FaceTime, she would rather Skype

But I'm out for the night Straight up

Out for the night Straight up

Out for the night Straight up

Out for the night Straight up

Yeah, I'm out for the night On God

Out for the night On God

Out for the night On God

Out for the night On God

Damn

Ooh Huh

P-pardon my lateness, this beat hittin', slap

After take one, then just run this ***** back

Say La Flame hot, no, I'm hotter than that Yeah

Told you before, know this deeper than rap

We been up-up in the cap, ain't no cap Uh

Just bought the block where they didn't want me at

Just threw a fest right across from the tracks

Tried take my world, but I got that ***** back

My heart in this 'til I heart attack

Runnin' this ***** 'til cardiac

Not far from this ***** where they find me at

Flame, Flame, La Flame

Walk in my closet, she tryin' on pieces

She wanna bling blaow for the evenin

Up at the top it's still plottin' and schemin

City of Angels, we watch for the demons

Out of the window, we countin' in seasons

Three nights in The Forum for the kids, gotta feed 'em

They open pits up without even speakin

It's been some tension, but can't rock the wave

Let the coupe roller coast, get the ***** out my way Yeah, yeah

It will start makin' sense, I guess, when I get older

For now 'cause they cold, I got ice to get colder

I run through the H, keep an eighth when I go there

Don't break out Moët 'cause I'm lit if I'm sober

Don't mean that I'm slippin' and slidin' on this

She wanna go out for the night, I'm with it

Yeah