Well when the moon comes up and the sun goes down
And the street lights start coming on in the town
When the kids go inside and old folks go to sleep
That's when real G's come out on the creak
Midnight moving through the city on the low
Sipping on some Skinsurf and smoking on some gro
Got the TV's on, but my screens don't blow
Pop trunk on this bitch and I'm ready to go
You never know what the night might hold
After hour motherfuckers act way too bold
You see work getting bought and work getting sold
If you're real you can roll,
but if you're fake you might fold
Cause nowadays it's a struggle to survive
In some of these dark alleyways they eat you
alive I'ma grip my crane and cock my gun
And show these motherfuckers how it's
done When you're late night three
See we don't come out till after dawn
With nothing less than 28 grams to squirm
And nothing less than 16 ounces to
sip Every time that it's time to flip
You can find me rolling through the hood
Speaking in the back with a woman on the front
And a beer from the back,
bad haters on the prowl And the one time feed bitch we don't
give a * we just late night thriftin'
In the late night
That's when real G's come out on the creak
I got my two four fives and they loaded and locked
Keep em both on cock for a step on the block
It's the graveyard * that we got on the
grind We don't care about time cause there's money
on mine We the first ones out trying to get us some
bread We ain't worried bout sleep, * going to
bed We the last ones to leave after hitting them
stains Take it back to the boulevard with phones
on swang I do my thing and you can't tell me different
Cross the wrong line and your body might stiffen
I'm programmed automatic for this G *
And that go for every other cat you see me
with Not Colonel with the burn on the hip
I'm throwing up the two sided candy painted whip
I'ma grip my crane and cock my gun And
show these motherfuckers how it's done
When you're late night thriftin' We don't bump out till after dark
With nothing less than twenty eight grams of
sport And nothing less than sixteen ounces of sip
Every time that it's time to flip You
can find me rolling through the hood
Beating in the sack with a woman on
the front And a beer from the back,
bad haters on the prowl
And the one time feed bitch we don't
give a * we just late night thriftin'
We don't bump out till after dark With
nothing less than twenty eight grams of sport
And nothing less than sixteen ounces of
sip Every time that it's time to flip
You can find me rolling through the hood Beating in the
sack with a woman on the front And a beer from the back,
bad haters on the prowl And the one time feed bitch
we don't give a * we just late night thriftin'
In the late night better get your face right Everything
sells bitches to the bass pipe I see it all eyes redder
than a brake light Bloodshot 2020 through the K site
I'm in a gold light,
bought it off of soul tax I ain't braggin'
homie these are just the cold facts
We know the whole gas ain't nobody hold back
* a cheap shot I'll take out your whole back
So bring your whole back,
better bring an extra clip Ain't nobody
walk away cause ain't nobody give a *
Bitch I'm livin' it I love it it's beautiful Something
like the smell of cork while I'm watching your noodle glow
My fingers to my suiticles and breakin' the bits
With residue up in my cuticles so breakin' the brick
If you've ever * you've never heard of us We
known among the murderers for toting every metal
Push your kitchen bowl and purple up
See we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams to squirm
And nothing less than 16 ounces to sit on
Every time that it's time to flip
You can find me rolling through the hood
Feeding in the sack with a woman on the front
And a beer from the back,
bad haters on the prowl
You can find me rolling through the hood
Feeding in the sack with a woman on the front
And a beer from the back,
bad haters on the prowl And a one time pee bitch we don't give a *
We just late night thriftin' See we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams to squirm
And nothing less than 16 ounces to sit on
Every time that it's time to flip You
can find me rolling through the hood
Feeding in the sack with a woman on
the front And a beer from the back,
bad haters on the prowl
And a one time pee bitch we don't give
a * We just late night thriftin'