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lil sixshotta - in the night كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(mally mall)
yeah, ayy, ayy…
b_tch, we back outside, n_gga—what the f_ck goin’ on?
(sixshotta!)
slime talk, gun bark—let’s go, let’s go (hah!)

[chorus]
black truck creepin’ through the lights, i don’t give a f_ck (skrrt!)
b_tch in the back got ass out, sippin’ out double cups (lean!)
ridin’ with straps like we goin’ to war, we don’t knuckle up (boom boom!)
.40 with a beam, he blink wrong, get his bubble bust (grrrah!)
b_tch, i’m ruthless, iced out toothless, f_ck a chain
my youngin’ spin for clout, then brag about it on his page (facts!)
i got cash in my mattress, and coke in the attic (woah!)
she said my d_ck toxic, now her homegirl’s an addict (dumb ho!)
n_ggas get shot tryna step in my lane—who the f_ck said we matchin’? (no way!)

[verse 1]
woke up, poured codeine in my cereal, i ain’t even blink (nah)
n_ggas want smoke, we don’t tweet—just pull up, let it sink (baow!)
hundred round drum on the seat, that b_tch sound like a beat (boom boom boom!)
i’m in her mouth like veneers, she love when i cheat (haha!)
still got crack residue in my hoodie from 22
still tote a stick like i’m blind—f_ck peace, i want war signs (let’s go!)
she bad but broke, b_tch can’t even afford fries (broke ho!)
i’m strapped like a soldier, still fin’ my old guys’ wives (savage!)
whole team icy like we came out the freezer
n_ggas be rats—i peeped that sh_t through the teaser
she love a thug, i beat the box in my beater
i hit and dash, you cuffin’ hoes like a preacher (stupid!)
[chorus]
black truck creepin’ through the lights, i don’t give a f_ck (f_ck!)
b_tch in the back got ass out, sippin’ out double cups (double!)
ridin’ with straps like we goin’ to war, we don’t knuckle up (nah!)
.40 with a beam, he blink wrong, get his bubble bust (boom boom!)
b_tch, i’m ruthless, iced out toothless, f_ck a chain (f_ck it!)
my youngin’ spin for clout, then brag about it on his page (facts!)
i got cash in my mattress, and coke in the attic (yeah!)
she said my d_ck toxic, now her homegirl’s an addict (too late!)
nas get shot tryna step in my lane—who the f said we matchin’? (no one!)

[verse 2]
hunnid bands dirty like my cup—b_tch, i’m still sippin’ (still!)
hit a l!ck for 80 racks, now my trigger finger itchin’ (itch itch!)
she suck like a pro, i ain’t even need no tension (dumb sl_t!)
hopped in the coupe, v12 with no limit—percy miller livin’ (ughh!)
i’m from the jungle, we trap out a church
shooters on deck, leave his whole block hurt (boom!)
designer my b_tch, glock tucked in her purse
she set up a opp, now he ridin’ in a he_rs_ (d_mn!)
talk that talk, i walk that k!ll
this sh_t real, i shoot for thrill (baow!)
i don’t do threats, just fire that steel
nas play tough, but they cry when it’s real (weak ass!)
late night creepin’ in my zone 5 hoodie
chain so cold make her cum off lookin’ (brrr!)
said she hate nas but love me fully
now she call me “god,” and i ain’t even holy (amen!)
[chorus]
black truck creepin’ through the lights, i don’t give a f_ck (skrrt!)
b_tch in the back got ass out, sippin’ out double cups (lean!)
ridin’ with straps like we goin’ to war, we don’t knuckle up (boom boom!)
.40 with a beam, he blink wrong, get his bubble bust (grrrah!)
b_tch, i’m ruthless, iced out toothless, f_ck a chain
my youngin’ spin for clout, then brag about it on his page (facts!)
i got cash in my mattress, and coke in the attic (woah!)
she said my d_ck toxic, now her homegirl’s an addict (dumb ho!)
nas get shot tryna step in my lane—who the f said we matchin’? (no way!)

[outro]
(ayy, lil sixshotta, b_tch!)
y’all n_ggas ain’t really outside, you heard me?
big steppin’, mask on, glock drawn
we don’t argue—we just get the job gone (boom boom boom!)
rip to the fake ones, long live the slime
back in the night, one shot, now he flatline—pow!

- lil sixshotta

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