TOMMY WRIGHT III - Late night lyrics

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[Hook: x2]

You better watch your back for them thugs in the late night

Them niggas that be glock tight, killin' everything in eyesight

Showin' no remorse when we buck a bitch down see

Late night when we ball outta control and act a clown G

[Verse 1: 2 Cold]

They be ridin' in them old school cars, wid the see through, they can see you

These streets so fuckin' lethal nigga kill ya fore they greet ya

It's one hundred per cent evil, but some don't believe in God

Tryna flodge, in around that's dark, get a little bit ah heart

Cause some be nervous, it's gettin' late night when mothers get worried

Tryna hurry this bitch out the fuckin' club to the back ah the suburban

She just flirtin', you don't know she workin',

Wid the niggas in the back that sippin' that Bourbon

We leavin 'em splurgin' and they pockets hurtin'

Now you swervin' cause you perved, eyes halfway shut like a curtain

And the nigga behind ya thinkin' about some dirt in some shorts

Plus they tired ah sittin' on tracks slangin' hovers to the club

Night time air, make niggas hot cause even these hoes fuckin' lovely

And the result is niggas gettin' bucked, and dropped them digits

Cause the cheese that this playa had, up in his britch

Momma soon to report ya missing,

Police ride but they never ever find a witness

Niggas die in this late night business the niggas creep

Check the realness of this nigga yo and we comin' deep

And for ass we gon lay 'til these niggas get put to sleep

Never ridin' niggas hide to see you comin' up (I see you)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Smooth]

The suns sets in my city 'round eight 'o clock

That's when young thugs come out wid they mean mugs on, strapped wid glocks

Down and dirty fuck the world ain't got shit to lose

So call me a balla but to me I'm just a damn fool

Straight up out the South, watch yo mouth when we rollin' through

Niggas from my set don't give a fuck 'bout puttin' holes in you

Mobbin' like we Gotti turnin' parties out wid hundred round

Clips from my AK when I spray you best to hit the ground

Leave 'em lookin' pitiful, we can make it critical

Bitch we chewed up she so predictable like Mystikal

Kickin' doors offa hinges when we mob we rob for kis and G's

We got plenty ammunition, plenty bitches and weed

They wanna see me at the bottom, locked down for petty shit

Fuck the river in the ocean tryna net a bigga fish

We got the streets locked down check our status we be made niggas

Tryna hit a lick around this bitch for at least seven figures

So drop it off to these young bosses, 2 Cold and Smooth in this bitch,

Rep your shit, we takin' no shorts no losses

[Hook]