Night time, that's when I go up
Saw the lights now my eyes won't shut
ISO, where'd the night go
Sending out messages full of typos, fuck
Need it all 'cause a slice won't cut
Bitch I like what I like, so what
You are not my type though trust
We ain't fucking if your thighs don't touch
Don't blink they've been looking at me crazy
I've been in my bag lately
I'ma make it back safely
Both legs on the dash, Stacey
Why don't we just date 'till you hate me
Where were you when they tried to erase me
Probably in my ear trying to get penciled in
Young DeSaint, I repent from sin
It's gon' take a while for them to win
He don't feel those shots you send to him
Uh, just watch when you mention them
Oooh, these niggas so sensitive
Just wait till I get my money right
I could go 100 days and 100 nights
I could flow 100 ways, none of them alike
'Pussy, money, weed', you know I love her like
Road full of choice I just made another right
Bitch I want it all I might need another life
I've been going up, I might need another price
Nigga too dope, I might need another vice
This is what you wanted, right
Hold up let me talk my talk
Just in case they was thinking that I lost my sauce
They don't move like I move get them off my course
Send them back to their boss like of course I lost
In conclusion, I ask what the fuck I look like
Listen to myself and say yup, I took flight
It's a must I cook right
Everything I touch, I good night