at night

Lyrics

, i keep my pistol on me only at night, because the haters be tripping, that's right, i keep my pistol on me, i keep my pistol on me, late night i'm servin' fiends, and i'm rocked up, in the field with the glock tucked, fuck the cops bruh, i ain't trynna' get shot up, my nina on the side of me, it's speedin' through in the ride with me, i'm from the town you know how it be, got to keep that all times nigga, i ain't lying nigga, or you gon' end up dying nigga, shots fired nigga, it's a man down, leave yo' body juss' layin' 'round, but i'm the one that's sprayin' 'round so it ain't me, big thirty so it can't be, i keep that, gotta have it yea i need that, drop his ass then forget the shit, herb like where the weed at?, only kush no seed pack, word around i got free crack, i'm lackin' don't believe that, thirty shots on my waist, give a fuck about no case, coolin' where it ain't safe, i need a mill on my plate, in this trap shit, cause i've been doin' this way before this rap shit, pistol on me in traffic, real life no actin', young niggas they clappin', and i ain't trynna' get whacked bitch, so damn right i'm packin', yea it's on me, i keep my shades on at night, and not the rays holmes, cause ion' kick it in a safe zone, if you run up on me you get blazed holmes, and i been learned that, you can't get caught without one, especially from where i'm from, and if you get caught without that, then you might just get your scalp cracked, know a couple niggas that got left behind 'cuz when it's crunch time they was juss' behind, it was clutch time so i kept the nine, and you never know when it's reppin' time, yea the last time i slipped, i fuck around and got hit, bitch niggas fuck around with the wrong clique, must be fuckin' 'round with that shit, yea it don't feel great but it feel safe when i walk around with the steel eight, so don't play with me cause i will spray, you'll be walkin' 'round with a steel plate, and that's real rap, try to play me like a fuck nigga and get peeled back, ion' trust niggas keep 'em real back, in my two-seater with the steel mac, pull up on 'em let the steel clap on my own shit, drop a nigga fire the block up and get locked up at my own risk, rather catch me wit' it on me, and i do my dirt by my lonely, i'm a real nigga i got real killas', if i hit 'em up then they'll deal wit' 'em, l's,