Tonight

D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc (Rich Gang) Shit, these niggas got all this bullshit to offer These bad ass conversations, stupid ass excuses I got good love for you, a whole lot of it That's what I got to offer, baby You know what I'm sayin'? Got a lot of money but that ain't what I'm tryna give you right now Not at this motherfuckin' moment Good love, yeah Drop it like a felon, do it with integrity Hoes hatin' on you, girl, ignore 'em, that's the jealousy Say I got a swagger like a nigga from the '70's I took you out of Conquer Hill and moved you up in Beverly's I squeeze that ass like a pair of pliers Then I roll on that ass like a spare tire You on fire if you're woods and I done passed by you Bitch, I be all up in your hair like a hair dryer You don't let me get them drawers, I don't care about you 'Cause you gon' make me drop you off like a cab driver 'Cause hoe, you know you livin' dirty, let me sterilize you Put this dick up in your spine, bitch, I paralyze you Yeah Man you know how some of these hoes be just on goofy shit While a nigga tryna come upstairs, you heard me? Bitch pull up playin', all that cap shit, uh Fresh iced up gun line One time, so we did it on the sunshine Big time, high life on the flat line Frontline, so we did it on the sunshine West Side, hot top Down bottom when we do it and we don't stop Gun play, nigga 'bout it, nigga, one hop One stop, one pop, nigga, one drop One pop, one stop, nigga gon' stop She'll play, she'll lay, but she gon' pop Real nigga from my hood and we won't stop Real nigga flood the hood and we go shop Bloodline, nigga Rich Gang --- Tonight - Juvenile and Birdman