Midnight

Brad Baker, Gashirai Gondo

Ay, yeah, my flex all blue like midnight
She talk too much cus' I hit right
I know man there's gonna' hit mine
Get bare brain got a big mind
She wanna shine with the big lights

I swear man, its to right
She wanna do vocals in the moonlight
I ain't even gotta' talk when the mood right
I slap three figs on the shoes right
That's a cool price, I'm too nice
I know that my flex is too lavish
I can't flex like you, man you're too light
I'm way too good for the current
But bro, don't stop just run it
Far from the traps, cold hunnids
Know that my crodie's love it
I swear man your girl wanna touch it
I done fixed up well from the old times
That link that you see, don't know about me she old time
More time man, she old time
She in love with the old rhymes
She wanna talk bout' blue
She wanna talk bout' me, ain't wanna talk bout' you
She wanna talk bout' the goons
Man they running for p
Man they after the food
She wanna talk bout' me, I wanna talk bout' you
And the things we do
What you know bout' me
Imma tell you ish
I wanna know bout' you

I know you're down tonight
Just drop me a text and i'll slide right through
I know you're out tonight, just count on me then I'm down for you

You know she a top boy lover
I know I'm a top boy stunner
I'm in the four tryna' count up more, but you know she got love for the gunners
More time that's me, no others
Man I move real cool, no tools
Tryna' stack more p, I need Jewels (right)

(Interlude)

Yeah
You seen that my jawn came badder
I left home me, last year
Told bro stay here, let me get some rack up
I know they got eyes on me cus' they heard man scream that I'm climbing a ladder
And bro told Bruce stand back just watch one guy cus' it might get badder
I can't really rough my clothes man, when you see my clothes that's pricetag hammer
Cool with the boys on three
Might slide on g if my bag come right
Left one guy offside had to lay back call for the guys on five
Tell boy flex when I been on socials, not local need my bank on flight
Flex gone global, now vocal now my teams right here and I'm looking alright
Yeah, I'm feeling all good
[?] called man they said that we're gonna be up, gonna leave this hood
Lane go fast
I was out with my bro on a one to five just leaning [?]
Young boys sick man you know my style
With that sweet boy rhythm watch your girl get took
I can't really say that I seen her but I preed her she got love for the dealers
Keep calm, you won't see no harm
If my g takes shots she gone speed up a metre
My wave on a different current
Your flex come dead need numerous litres
Upcharge on the price that you see
When the prof' look nice and the jackpot hit us
My stacks need more and my bands all thicker

(Outro)

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