Nightfall

(LEE!)

(Sauceboy shit what you want me to play?)

(Say 10 Stay Dangerous)

I just parked the rental, be patient, I'm on my way now

Backyard at grandma house with my cousins, that was my playground

Shawty zipped 'em then he flooded the scene, still ain't no face found

Mike Amiri, denim my jeans, FaceTime, a Jake called

Switch the diamonds out to Jacob

One mistake, that's what erased him

Switch out the diamonds, change my placement

I see me a bigger payment

Shell cases bought a casement

Dirty choppas come in cases

Catch me foot-to-foot, I talk Jamaican

But I think that they fakin'

Watch the streets and argue with my ho, she can pack her shit and go

I can spend my money on more lawyers for to win in court

Pull up, get the bag, then go

Ain't no time to kick it

I'm not laughin' with these fake niggas

Bitch, get you some business

Stand on business, we tote semis, it go: Blatt

Stop at dealers, get me a new hat

Know I might catch a hat today, I feel it

Too much lean, and it's fuckin' up my kidneys, blow out his liver

Bro gon' serve in a day, come get that shit that look like fiddle

When it's nightfall, dogs out, hitters out, you know that it's time

I'll be hustlin' till they take me out to the other side

They plenty trouble, I be thuggin', I don't even know why

Come from the gutter where the pastor, they be tellin' you lies

Why you keep that pole like a shotta? I don't know

Why you don't trust that ho more than yo' brothers? Bitch, you should know

Dope ass nigga, pure coke, nigga, yeah, yeah

Jump in and smash that pedal to the floor, nigga, run, run

Don't go till I got the backend

I got the front, catch the back in

Inside the trunk wit' the bag in

It's all blues, I imagine

Pick up her off the campus

Set up work and do damage

Drive to work and this could work if you do not do no panickin'

Dope be white, Morgan Hamilton

Got it in the hood, like Ice Cube

That be my dude, don't fuck wit' that, get put to rest

We strike you

That's a 2006 'Vette

That ski mask made out some sweats

I bleed the block, that be my set

I'm like Beatrice in the jets

Say, "Fuck the truck or take the grip"

So, ain't no clues, li' daddy?

I don't pick and choose, I'm on what you on

You get blues, li' daddy

Got the money now, but I chase the shit like I ain't never had it

I'm out the North, I bang that gang and with the shit like my pappy

When it's nightfall, dogs out, hitters out, you know that it's time

I'll be hustlin' till they take me out to the other side

They plenty trouble, I be thuggin', I don't even know why

Come from the gutter where the pastor, they be tellin' you lies