Midnight Run

[Verse 1: Royce The Choice] Holly-wood but it's north-west Saudi 206 like the number of bones in your body She bought a room for us and I boned in the lobby If you hit the room you would owe more than Gaddafi Eating first teriyaki Purple and brown Huarache's Sloppy toppy got me knock kneed Oxy Reynolds in my chai tea Copy..(sound affect)..copy All these niggas ever do so much I'm feeling like I'm not me (Laugh) Fuck with the one-time none time You subtract's I let the racks plus sign I'm never off Garth Brooks hat going pop With my white bitch never look back, USC Pound of whole "E" in her book bag Parents had a trust fund for her and I took that Know I need it Get your life 'fore the grim reaper get it When she goes bankrupt then he can get it Rocking Tim Witcher fitted All accuited like a Cochran case Take my pickens then I roll like a Stockton play This christian was raised with jews Would knock your bitch if she came in new But she through [Hook: Royce The Choice] God if I gotta go, for the funeral Could I get all my hoes in the front row? I need all my hoes in the front row All my hoes in the front row God if I gotta go, at the funeral Could I get all my hoes in the front row? I need all my hoes in the front row All my hoes in the front row [Verse 2: Skeme] (Look) young Duke, I stay with bad bitches I mean bitches so bad I use my crib to add attention Try to told them this was pimpin' But these niggas never listen Find her right off Manchester if your baby momma missing Sucka Proof Nigga I'm the truth Money through the roof Everything slow but paper off a 7 of that juice Riding coupes Leaning with your boo This shit what I do I got old hundreds in my rap, shit ain't nothing new I got Mustard on bid-neat And your bitch on the fid-neat I keep stacks so tall, boy your dollars all pygmy (aye) I'm ballin' on them, stay tryna defend me Steady taking shots at niggas man, but that shit don't offend me I just made another 50 through my email nigga "Fore this rap we bought it whole and sold it retail nigga Run your mouth about the kid, you like a female nigga Your show money couldn't get my whip a detail nigga (aye) Young boys pulling euros out the lot Man I would take your girl but I heard that bitch a bop I got homies who got plots And got more homies that flock You won't be rich out the hood, it's best you think about the box (aye) Told this world that "it's fuck you pay me" For the last 8 months I rolled around in a Mercedes Talking Lexus, drop head caddy's And bitches don't call me by my name, they call me... [Hook] [Verse 3: Casey Veggies] Maa if I gotta go, just take life slow They being haters online that's a typo Young Veggies I'm bout to give the game lipo She bust it open for the free, you getting priced though I right wrongs, write songs, and we don't wife hoes Mustard on the beat, that's gone make the function go I'm making money while I'm swaggin', that's a "W" You the first to lose, coming in number 2 Fuck you saying ho? Let your man loose She leave me for a lame, she a lame to I'm out here getting to it, tryna keep my name true Mama use me in the shower like shampoo I know they told ya I'm the boy but I'm the man too Could make a chick think but I can make her dance too My cuzzo took a "L" and he know what's up I'm putting money on his books while I'm rolling up The best part about it: When I make you open up And then I turn you round, back shots be going up Young niggas run the city, I signed the declaration Alcohol in your system, she showed that temptation We split them hoes up, I call it segregation She rock my shirt with panties, now that's that product placement I rock them Puma suades We do them Prada's too Wasn't rapping I could be a fashion model too [Hook]