Aah-Aah
Remember late nights, up on the glide
Tryna put boys on a t
Askar wan’ know how we make dough
But the racks coming sublime
And if I eat, then Gwoppa gon’ eat
Cuz’ you know that’s how that sh#t be
Aah-Aah
You know that’s how that sh#t be
Remember late nights, up on the glide
Tryna put boys on a t
Askar wan’ know how we make dough
But the racks coming sublime
And if I eat, then Gwoppa gon’ eat
Cuz’ you know that’s how that sh#t be
Aah-Aah
You know that’s how that sh#t be
I was out late night, codeine in my sprite
Big hand ting’, it’s not for the light
Flying packs like a kite
b#tch that calling must be Stacey, maybe Tracey, maybe Haley
But I know that they’ll pay me
Serving {?} on the daily
All I wanted was my bands up, bros locked in the slammer
Put his face on a t-shirt, got his mum looking so hurt
Take my bros to the bleachers, no we don’t need no features
Aah-Aah
No we don’t need no features
Opp block is mad, flew out the t, flew out the bag
The gun for some crackers, free the man just like boondocks
On the glide with my broskis, for the opps and their homies
If I.D-ed, I’m changing spots for my freedom
My {?}, f#ck all of the porkies
The porkies, all the sweets in the pack
Remember late nights, up on the glide
Tryna put boys on a t
Askar wan’ know how we make dough
But the racks coming sublime
And if I eat, then Gwoppa gon’ eat
Cuz’ you know that’s how that sh#t be
Aah-Aah
You know that’s how that sh#t be
Remember late nights, up on the glide
Tryna put boys on a t
Askar wan’ know how we make dough
But the racks coming sublime
And if I eat, then Gwoppa gon’ eat
Cuz’ you know that’s how that sh#t be
Aah-Aah
You know that’s how that sh#t be
Stupid b#tch she said she know me, in the trap baking with brodie
Askar on me tryna grab man, I’m dodging em’ like the tax man
Got my ramz that have a barking, got that lighty and that dark grub
Live chases why I’m screaming, back to trap if we ain’t eating
I’m scheming, on my mothers yeah I’m gon’ be scheming
For no reason, boar that yute for no reason
Remember late nights in the bando was cold
I was whipping the works, I was baking a {?}
Reloading bricks, yeah we don’t do them ticks
With your boy in a tin, and I’m taking his {?}
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Rackz LC Lyrics – Late Nights