Late Nights In The T

[Intro]
Sinners
Late nights in the T
Got my head back stressed
Gyal wan' love and I want bread
Bitch, don't get me vexed
How you talk about four and a halves
And you ain't got no bread?
How you talk about lettin' it blast
And you ain't got no skengs? (Gunna)

[Chorus]
Late nights in the T
Got my head back stressed
Gyal wan' love and I want bread
Bitch, don't get me vexed
How you talk about four and a halves
And you ain't got no bread?
How you talk about lettin' it blast
And you ain't got no skengs?

[Post-Chorus]
Bro got nose and I got nose
But they say my one's peng
Bro got smoke plus he's well-known for crashing corn at dem
Bad B in a top and knickers
Tellin' me she wanna put holes in them
Gangsta bitch, for me she'll hold this skeng

[Verse 1]
Been out trappin'
Young boys were going home at 10
Big bro still throws me the package
Back then only diced up pebs
Used to reload by the quarter
'Till I started firing off skengs (shh)
Me and bro on the backroad slidin'
Think we give a toss about feds?
Shh couldn't catch his breath
Try run and shout but he still got drenched
I'm trapped in the trap with Tempz
And we trap for the stack, that's ments
Bando servin' the prem, me or BX, we serve it best
Another opp got his tee shirt drenched
Shook in the field, just bad for net
Lack on your block get shot or cheffed (true)
Look at the stacks we don't need no ref (true)
Feds on the block, I'm huggin' the block
I hope and pray they don't grab me pebs (I pray)
My bro's in jail for guns and drugs
Right now we're the last ones left
Serious splashers, you get jooked in the back and neck

[Chorus]
Late nights in the T
Got my head back stressed
Gyal wan' love and I want bread
Bitch, don't get me vexed
How you talk about four and a halves
And you ain't got no bread?
How you talk about lettin' it blast
And you ain't got no skengs?

Bando chillin' with Kemz
Bro got a pack and a stack, that's ments
I'm tryna get a mill, no less
Cell phone bro for bits of peng
Phone O for the amm, that's 10
We're smokin' the M, it's rated a 10
In the Aves tryna creep and kweng
We hittin' them up, they're tellin' the feds
Anything grrl get brrl rrrl ride
Push bike or 125
How many times you left your bredrins?
I think about a 100 times
When shh got drenched, it was ments
It got me like "Why didn't he die?" (Why?)
Your friend got poked in front of your eye
These niggas stop tellin' them lies
How many times have we stepped in the twos
When we step man ride in groups
Bally and gloves, no Trident clues
My shanks like jigga times two
Your friend got drenched and his bredrin watched it
Man, that's real sad news
I'm on the ride with violent goons
You can hold seven or you can hold two

[Chorus]
Late nights in the T
Got my head back stressed
Gyal wan' love and I want bread
Bitch, don't get me vexed
How you talk about four and a halves
And you ain't got no bread?
How you talk about lettin' it blast
And you ain't got no skengs?

[Post-Chorus]
Bro got nose and I got nose
But they say my one's peng
Bro got smoke plus he's well-known for crashing corn at dem
Bad B in a top and knickers
Tellin' me she wanna put holes in them
Gangsta bitch, for me she'll hold this skeng