Another Late Night (feat. Lil Yachty)

(Grow up, nigga) Grrah, grrah, ayy This lil' Drizzy reppin' 'Crete, ayy My brother Capo from the way, he from the street, ayy Wanna fuck with me? Well, baby, I'm discreet, ayy Ayy, thinkin' 'bout this pill I took, pillow talkin' Shawty ran some Dillon Brooks, can't believe this nigga talkin', damn My bank account is magnolia, Milly rockin', ayy Weirdos in my comments talkin' 'bout some Millie Bobby, look Bring them jokes up to the gang, we get to really flockin' Or send a finger to your mama in some FedEx boxes Open up that shit, it's jaw droppin', really shockin', ayy I ain't pretty flacko, bitch, this shit get really rocky, ayy, what? Damn, what? Dirty how I did him in the Wraith, what? Say She actin' Hollywood, this ain't L.A., no way She a pretty little lie like she shaped, but that's bae Long as she don't lie to me, then it's okay It's just another late night with my bitch, ayy Just another late night with my bitch, ayy (with my bitch) And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, ayy (yeah, my bitch) 'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, man (pssh, pssh) Just another late night with my dawg (pssh, with my dawg) Just another late night with my bitch (pssh, with my bitch) And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (make sense) Of whatever comes first, it comes next (yeah, blatt) Hm, hm (grrah, pssh), hm (yeah, pssh), hm (yeah, pssh) Hm, hm (pssh), hm (Concrete), hm Huh, yeah (pssh), huh, yeah, yeah, huh (pssh) It's Lil Boat, I'm practically now from the 6ix (pssh, pssh) My doggy Luxxy ignorant, he from the bricks Thinkin' 'bout this styrocup, really Wockin' Let her fuck on one my opps, let's see who really poppin' Demolition gang, pop out, yeah, we get it knockin' Boost a white bitch up and now she think she really poppin' Fuck my bitch new body, sadly, I got demoitis My bitch know it's us without openin' either of her eyelids (us) It be so pure, I don't even fuck, ain't tryna raise her mileage You take G6s knowin' you'll never take one with pilot ('kay) I let her go, she fine as hell, but baby wasn't stylish (yeah) She had big tits like Billie Eilish, but she couldn't sing (Drip) We catch the opps, don't want no apologies, just kiss the ring (mwah) (Brrt) yeah, ring, (brrt, damn), yeah, ring (Brrt) mwah, ring, (brrt), yeah, ring I'll support the opps before I support sippin' green ('kay) We up in the Turks with 20 bitches, just me and my team, (Us) It's just another late night with my bitch, ayy Just another late night with my bitch, ayy (with my bitch) And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, ayy (yeah, my bitch) 'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, man (pssh, pssh) Just another late night with my dawg (pssh, with my dawg) Just another late night with my bitch (pssh, with my bitch) And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (make sense) Of whatever comes first, it comes next (yeah, blatt)