[Intro]
Yeah, late up
It’s getting late you should go home
[Chorus]
It’s getting late you should go home
Security will show you to the door
I ain’t pickin’ up my phone
So, you assume that I’m not with a whore
Now my pockets lookin’ like a morgue
I got you wifey lookin’ like a whore
Dread my hair, they did it all before
They comparin’ me to him and him they did it all before[Verse 1]
Uh
That’s okay cause ima do it more
Buy some Gucci’s just don’t scuff ’em on the floor, huh
Better take your shoes off at the door, bruh
We ain’t lovin’ sluts, ain’t lovin’ whores, bruh
Remember when I had to kick the door, bruh
Now I’m tryin’ to kick it with the floor, uh
I mean with my feet up
Now I’m tryin’ to kick it with my feet up
Play a little 2k, maybe try a little Fifa
I remember I was crackin’ visas
Now I’m fuckin’ someone’s girlfriend, her name Lisa
Do you feel me?
Cause I don’t feel ya
[Chorus]
It’s getting late you should go home
Security will show you to the door
I ain’t pickin’ up my phone
So, you assume that I’m not with a whore
Now my pockets lookin’ like a morgue
I got you wifey lookin’ like a whore
Dread my hair, they did it all before
They comparin’ me to him and him they did it all before[Verse 2]
Tryin’ to get out of the friend zone
OD off of the [?]
It’s a party tonight, here’s the info
No fake niggas, fucks, get the memo
Bring the pints in
See ’em on the horizon
My connections, sound like Verizon
Gun get to singin’, [?]
Ima beat the pot with the left hand
Married to the money, you ain’t even the best man
Ima put my dick, it’s touchin’ her intestines
Hold my dick just like a mic, that bitch was testin’
Mic check nigga, you get chin checked, nigga
Got a bankroll, you get chin checked with it
I’ve been ballin’ hard, in the Monclair fitted
Bad bitch on my team, yeah she takes visits
Huh, I be in that program like I was gifted
[Bridge]
Her loves a no show
Keep that on the low, though
She loves the benzos
I love the bands, though
Her loves a no show
Keep that on the low, though
High off the benzos
Tryin’ to get out of the friend zone[Chorus]
It’s getting late you should go home
Security will show you to the door
I ain’t pickin’ up my phone
So, you assume that I’m not with a whore
Now my pockets lookin’ like a morgue
I got you wifey lookin’ like a whore
Dread my hair, they did it all before
They comparin’ me to him and him they did it all before