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I think I'ma call this sh*t (I'm finna call this sh*t "All Nighter")
"All Nighter"
My n***a, it's five o'clock in the morning right now
Can't even sleep (I don't know why I don't sleep)
All my sleep deprived n***as, ride

Going fast, Paul Walker
I ain't have my strap, so I hit 'em with a walker
And I got a fast car, no, I'm not a walker
And I do this sh*t that I rap, I'm not a talker
Look, I got the walker from my grandma
Coolin' on the west side, n***a, R.I.P my grandma
And I'm moving slow, like a muhf**kin' grandpa
Face f**ked up, man, I need to hit the damn spa
Who the f**k got a charger in this b*t*h? Damn, my phone died
Talking too much on FaceTime, she got me occupied
And I rolled a fat-ass J, got me occupied
The b*t*h so useless, she can't even cook a f**kin' pie
She do everything wrong, n***a, she can't even f**kin' lie
Police know I'm high when they look inside a n***a eye
I don't f**k with b*t*hes, lil' baby, it's just you and I
And I'm real sorry when I really made you f**kin' cry (Goddamn)
She say she need Perc' ten, yeah, her tabs low
Look, and I got a dog at home, I gave it Alpo
And I take sh*t, so, you could call me repo man
And she said she a fan of me, so she stan
And this blunt got me high as a bee, I can't stand
I stand up for myself, 'cause I know I'm a man
Can't stand up by myself 'cause the lean got me dead
He don't like alcohol, but I put shots in his head
He like, he like, "I f**kin' hate Hennessy"
He don't f**k with none of that Hennessy sh*t
He don't like CÎROC, Tequila
Te-quill-a? How you pronounce that sh*t? I don't give a f**k, n***a (I don't give a f**k 'bout that sh*t)
I sip Hi-Tech, f**k you talkin' 'bout?
Look, Wockeisha, add that Wockeisha (Good drank)
It's five thirty-three, n***a, I just be up (All nighter)
Look, lil' b*t*h, that's that Wockeisha (All nighter)
And I got a bad ass b*t*h named Keisha
She want Italian food, she say "Pasta", I got a pizza
Look, and I paint a picture with this Glock, Mona Lisa
I think she think she Beyoncé since I called her a diva
And that b*t*h talkin' 'bout nonsense, so it's so easy to leave her (Damn)
Yeah, that Glock breathin'
n***as be sweet like sauce, n***a, Polynesian
And I think there's pollen outside, 'cause a n***a sneezin'
And I saw that I was sneezin', so I went to leanin'
Look, come on, I got some Hi-Tech
And I got a b*t*h that fix phones, she so high tech
She asked me for money, I hope that was a high text
She asked me for money, I don't like the concept
Flex them fours, that's what I rep
Choppa hit his ass, hit his throat, now he got strep
Damn, damn, I don't sip green (I lowkey do)
And I got a pint from Walgreens, I need seventeen
All this ice on my neck, I'm the sailing team
Three diamond chains on me
Call it "Lil Boat 3"
I'm from the four, I got n***as that rep six and three
You bought them Off-White shoes but really, they some f**kin' cleats
Sippin' on purple, like a n***a 'finna eat a beet (f**kin' got a vegetable)
Then I hopped in the studio, then I ate the beat
Just be yourself, 'cause it's not okay to be street
That b*t*h a vegan, 'cause she say she don't eat meat (Uh)
Pull out that choppa, different ball game
If I had a lil' brother, I'd go to his ball game
Acne, Ksubi, I don't like Balmains
She said "Buy me some rubies", she said that I'm balling
Two Glocks, Max and Ruby
You smoke Swishers, call you Nudy
Pass the gas like "Excuse me"
Yo' b*t*h say I'm a cutie
Used to be at the Q-team
In the A, smokin' on a QP
After I finish this song, 'finna finish smokin' this doobie
Slide on n***as up in vans, call me Scooby
Pull out that Glock, then that sh*t get real spooky
Damn, n***a, I really just shut down on it

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