Retch - LATE NIGHT lyrics

[Intro] Ahem, ha, uh [Verse] Late night on the freeway, riding by my solo Cut the trap music, throw on something made for grown folk Dru Hill knocking, feel the beauty in the south too Forever prevailing over obstacles Spaceship gon' land, astronomical All about my f**ing money just like prostitutes I got a n***a that's pitching in front of Jamba Juice I'm in and out of these cities, different kind of coupes And if I say you my n***a, I go the mile for you Why you ain't bust at them n***as when they had shot at you? And they gon' tell you you they with you, got a bond to prove The AMG got a roof but this sh** is optional I ain't gon' mention your name if I did the crime with you Just know that it was for real if I shared a bond with you And it's a gift and a curse when you think what time could do [?] straight to your bond, we cooking by the two Minus the bullsh**, life's great Race through the lot in a white Wraith Dealer plates, fish boats, let 'em talk about me Shout out all the b**hes that done fought about me Got people of Latin descent that go to war about me You defended, have my mother go to court about me Restitution, they ain't ever get a quarter out me f** it, I be on the run for the summer Might just shoot the function up 'cause I wanna One of my cousins got knocked, still owe me 60 dollars I swear to God, in eighth grade, that we was doing Pradas I got the pictures, don't believe me, n***a Everything designer when you see me, n***a Know my n***as wrong, still screaming, "Free them n***as" Don't approach me, I don't speak to n***as Quick to draw straps and put heat to n***as Like the sh** that's coming out your motherf**ing speaker, n***a Like