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 choppers 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' 'til 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 'til I got the backend I got the front, catch the back 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 cherish this 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' 'til 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