Late Night Ads

(Intro) Where is my 40, I can't find my 40 (Verse 1) Tac, Daft Litty, ampersand A bunch of girls with accents and A fucking wifey type that looks like, Abella Anderson I'm leader, I get 10 percent The city I will represent A bunch of trap lovers that don't like it if the snares aren't in Blunts rotate like windmills The pills make em look fine Some 40s, some girls thats 19 Ha, That's 69 I am doing it dude I said I'm doing it dude I said look through my photo albums I got nudes, I got nudes I make your girl go (Argh) I make your friends go (Damn) I know you getting jelly at my jams (Disgusting noise) Shine bright on a rainy day Every day is pay me day Denzel from Training Day Never sold but gaining weight In due time, I'll turn in Turn up Burn one Always give you love like my third son Or my grandson Lunch box filled, with those things they show on PSA's Walk around no problem, Welcome to the USA Drones flying around, But they're not the ones I'm looking for Bitches come about, bring out the vacuum on the seventh floor Ex girlfriend told me less is more Doesn't count on dick size She used to complain That I'm the one that made her cry And not walk for weeks Not my fault your weak Didn't wear a rubber Hoping i Don't see a leak Poor niggas always drop they two cents You should save your money for some new kicks And try to Try to Beat the flow