Chillin late night with a pistol on my side
Can't f*ck with you if ya ain't down to ride
Got a f*ckin 40 I'm boutta blow your mind
This ain't an act you won't stand the test of time
That is a fact you gon catch this f*cking nine
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got a f*cking Mac
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got my f*cking strap
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got my f*cking strap
Me and zel wanna kick it in the late nights
Bottoms up gotta sore liver
Drinkin all night
Yeah
Bitches on our dick
We focus on our rapper shit
Yeah yeah
Used to be dreamy
Now she look at me all dreamy
Zxrp on the beat man you know this shit is heat
We cook up it up in the late nights
Wanna f*ck your bitch in the late nights
Ou yeah
Wanna f*ck your bitch in the late nights
Man she gets so freaky
When she see me pull up
Man this shit is hot so hold up
Turn the lights low
She can show what she know
If you wanna problem
If that was your girl
Ima show you how to kick it
Out of my world
We just wanna kick in the late nights
Hangin low with the crew
In the late nights
Chillin late night with a pistol on my side
Can't f*ck with you if ya ain't down to ride
Got a f*ckin 40 I'm boutta blow your mind
This ain't an act you won't stand the test of time
That is a fact you gon catch this f*cking nine
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got a f*cking Mac
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got my f*cking strap
Late night
Late night
Imma end your bloodline
100 round mag like a mothuhf*ckin centipede
Oh shit I'm going crazy uh huh mentally
Glock on your mind but lil bitch you aint thinkin
Thoughts on a dime that's why I'm still breathing
Glock on your mind but lil bitch you aint thinkin
Thoughts on a dime that's why I'm still breathing
You act like a slug too bad you getting salty
I act like a thug I know I shouldn't probably
But I've been poppin like the cap of Snapple
I rhyme words but it's still just a babble
There's a man riding a horse on top of my chest
Shout out the ripper
Made me wanna battle with a chip on my shoulder
I'm hard like a boulder
You not gonna get older
Like frosty I'm freezing
My hearts getting colder
Go straight to the money like a blunt to a stoner
Chillin late night with a pistol on my side
Can't f*ck with you if ya ain't down to ride
Got a f*ckin 40 I'm boutta blow your mind
This ain't an act you won't stand the test of time
That is a fact you gon catch this f*cking nine
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got a f*cking Mac
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got my f*cking strap
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got my f*cking strap
ZEL Beats - Late Nights (feat. Baby Zxrp) Lyrics
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Chillin late night with a pistol on my side
Can't f*ck with you if ya ain't down to ride
Got a f*ckin 40 I'm boutta blow your mind
This ain't an act you won't stand the test of time
That is a fact you gon catch this f*cking nine
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got a f*cking Mac
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got my f*cking strap
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got my f*cking strap
Me and zel wanna kick it in the late nights
Bottoms up gotta sore liver
Drinkin all night
Yeah
Bitches on our dick
We focus on our rapper shit
Yeah yeah
Used to be dreamy
Now she look at me all dreamy
Zxrp on the beat man you know this shit is heat
We cook up it up in the late nights
Wanna f*ck your bitch in the late nights
Ou yeah
Wanna f*ck your bitch in the late nights
Man she gets so freaky
When she see me pull up
Man this shit is hot so hold up
Turn the lights low
She can show what she know
If you wanna problem
If that was your girl
Ima show you how to kick it
Out of my world
We just wanna kick in the late nights
Hangin low with the crew
In the late nights
Chillin late night with a pistol on my side
Can't f*ck with you if ya ain't down to ride
Got a f*ckin 40 I'm boutta blow your mind
This ain't an act you won't stand the test of time
That is a fact you gon catch this f*cking nine
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got a f*cking Mac
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got my f*cking strap
Late night
Late night
Imma end your bloodline
100 round mag like a mothuhf*ckin centipede
Oh shit I'm going crazy uh huh mentally
Glock on your mind but lil bitch you aint thinkin
Thoughts on a dime that's why I'm still breathing
Glock on your mind but lil bitch you aint thinkin
Thoughts on a dime that's why I'm still breathing
You act like a slug too bad you getting salty
I act like a thug I know I shouldn't probably
But I've been poppin like the cap of Snapple
I rhyme words but it's still just a babble
There's a man riding a horse on top of my chest
Shout out the ripper
Made me wanna battle with a chip on my shoulder
I'm hard like a boulder
You not gonna get older
Like frosty I'm freezing
My hearts getting colder
Go straight to the money like a blunt to a stoner
Chillin late night with a pistol on my side
Can't f*ck with you if ya ain't down to ride
Got a f*ckin 40 I'm boutta blow your mind
This ain't an act you won't stand the test of time
That is a fact you gon catch this f*cking nine
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got a f*cking Mac
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got my f*cking strap
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got my f*cking strap
Can't f*ck with you if ya ain't down to ride
Got a f*ckin 40 I'm boutta blow your mind
This ain't an act you won't stand the test of time
That is a fact you gon catch this f*cking nine
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got a f*cking Mac
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got my f*cking strap
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got my f*cking strap
Me and zel wanna kick it in the late nights
Bottoms up gotta sore liver
Drinkin all night
Yeah
Bitches on our dick
We focus on our rapper shit
Yeah yeah
Used to be dreamy
Now she look at me all dreamy
Zxrp on the beat man you know this shit is heat
We cook up it up in the late nights
Wanna f*ck your bitch in the late nights
Ou yeah
Wanna f*ck your bitch in the late nights
Man she gets so freaky
When she see me pull up
Man this shit is hot so hold up
Turn the lights low
She can show what she know
If you wanna problem
If that was your girl
Ima show you how to kick it
Out of my world
We just wanna kick in the late nights
Hangin low with the crew
In the late nights
Chillin late night with a pistol on my side
Can't f*ck with you if ya ain't down to ride
Got a f*ckin 40 I'm boutta blow your mind
This ain't an act you won't stand the test of time
That is a fact you gon catch this f*cking nine
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got a f*cking Mac
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got my f*cking strap
Late night
Late night
Imma end your bloodline
100 round mag like a mothuhf*ckin centipede
Oh shit I'm going crazy uh huh mentally
Glock on your mind but lil bitch you aint thinkin
Thoughts on a dime that's why I'm still breathing
Glock on your mind but lil bitch you aint thinkin
Thoughts on a dime that's why I'm still breathing
You act like a slug too bad you getting salty
I act like a thug I know I shouldn't probably
But I've been poppin like the cap of Snapple
I rhyme words but it's still just a babble
There's a man riding a horse on top of my chest
Shout out the ripper
Made me wanna battle with a chip on my shoulder
I'm hard like a boulder
You not gonna get older
Like frosty I'm freezing
My hearts getting colder
Go straight to the money like a blunt to a stoner
Chillin late night with a pistol on my side
Can't f*ck with you if ya ain't down to ride
Got a f*ckin 40 I'm boutta blow your mind
This ain't an act you won't stand the test of time
That is a fact you gon catch this f*cking nine
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got a f*cking Mac
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got my f*cking strap
Yea I'm
Chillin
Late night
Got my f*cking strap
Writer: Gabriel Velasquez, Ryan Bruntzel
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid