night

[Verse 1: Brennan Jones]
I creep in the night
You know it's on sight (Project,Project)
Bitch, I get fly like a knight
Stand on my money, I got a lil' height
Call up lil' Arrow, watch out, he might bite you
Keep a stick on me, boy, I'm not gon' fight you
Proud of my main bitch, he had my side boo
Yeah, I'm comin' for the title
Rock out the show like American Idol
I heard that was yo' bitch, now she is my ho
Call up lil' Eli, that boy a psycho
Bleach on my eyebrows, now I'm albino
Up in the night, I'm on different time zones
Book me that show, I get that shit jumpin'
Bring in the drugs, let's make it a function

[Verse 2: Smikpronto]
Grr, yeah, es ist vollbracht Geld gut investiert
CL500, da wirst du rasiert
Give me brain, keep me a stick like the 007
Suicide sticks, American psycho
Jus' like Bateman, keep me a side ho (Uh)
Mit Brennan, creep in the night
You know it's on sight (Hmm)
Du sagst du hast Swag, warum sehe ich keinen?
In die Bank, ich gehe rein
Aus der Bank komm' ich mit Zahlen raus
Wann komm' ich aus der Falle raus? (Grr)
Es ist vollbracht Geld gut investiert
[?] not jeans
Bin in Brooklyn, mit paar feins
Ich war youngin' mit designer dreams (Grr)
Bin jetzt [?], ich habe designer needs
Bin in Brooklyn, rauche tree
Bin in Brooklyn, mit paar feins
Bin in, b-bin in Brooklyn, mit paar feins
Die machen MMA mit cop, HBA [?] Cup
Sie kommen weil ich Para mach
Bei dir guckt keiner weil du Khara machst

[Verse 3: Brennan Jones]
[?] es ist vorbei
In the Maybach, this bitch throw it back
This bitch give me Kopf
Bin mit Mikus, mein Gova
Roll ein Dubie, I'm tuckin' a toolie
[?] waren gelassen, for Sterling Ruby
Neu in der Szene, wie ein Azubi
She's a kahba, she's a groupie
Ich mag meine Chaya schwarz
Ja, ich bin high off bars
Drück Mercedes, auf zwei-hundred, keep ein hunnid
I get to the chips, I get to the hummus
Er hat angst, that boy runnin'
I ain't coming, unless I'm cumming
Ain't wan' do it, yo' bitch made me do it
I get your crew hit
Bitch, I go stupid
I'm on the shrooms and shit
I'm stuck in a loop, bitch

[Verse 4: Brennan Jones]
I got a cool kit
Bitch, I'm a cool cat
I got some cool kicks
I hang with the cool kids, they like my music, yeah
I think you'd amuse 'em
I got some drugs
I think I'ma use 'em, I think I abuse 'em
Call out my shooter, he out at Houston
I don't want that bitch
She had a nuisance, she saw my bread then switched