Saturday Night

Y'all niggas lame for that

Y'all niggas lame for that

Shoot a man in his back

Should be ashamed of that

Young niggas banging back

Young nigga banging back

Then we gon' fade to black

Then we gon' fade to black yeah

I left the crib walking

Drove a Mercedes back

You wasn't blessed with ambition

So who you gon' blame for that

Tried to get off the Act

Still didn't know how to act

Still pull up in the back

Sit my ass right in the back yeah

Tell my driver

When he open my door to take off his hat

Double saran everything

So that you know it's a wrap

Double salute anybody that made it out the trap

Some of y'all probably still owe me from back

In the back in the back in the back in the back

I had that work right in front of me

Fuck all you niggas you wannabes

Most of you niggas is under mes

I'ma give ya ass some to see

My car don't have car keys

My crib got palm trees

Pussy smell like sardine

You need to get up of my lawn please

This a real nigga conversation

Real nigga demonstration real niggas

No crystal or hilfigers

A bunch of ignorant lil' niggas

A bunch of red young tenders

Dark skin queens, Puerto Rican princess'

Scratch my hand my palms itching

Hit the dope start twitching

This a new kinda kitchen

Marble countertops, see through fridge

3 thousand for the microwave

Touchscreen stove lil bitch

Please don't make me relapse

Make me start back trappin'

Everybody in the city

Saying that boy Tity done started back snapping

I hit the trap today

I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah

I hit the trap today

I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah

I hit the trap today

I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah

Tell her let's go have a bite

Tell her let's go have a bite yeah

I hit the trap today

I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah

I hit the trap today

I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah

I hit the trap today

I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah

Treat every night like it's Saturday night

Like it's Saturday night, yeah

I sat in the trap no one cooked at night

I treat my third stripe like its Kryptonite

I stopped serving sacks over qualified

Have you ever seen a homicide

Have you ever seen ya partna die

Have you ever been traumatized

Even at graduation

I had a bookbag full of yams, tryna multiply

Enough of the negative actions

I got my paycheck off passion

I'm wearing 4 bracelets for fashion

Don't think it's a race when I pass you

Stop talking that mafia shit

You never met Meech, J-bo or Illz

Luda charged me just to dip

Was there when Chaka was swung on by Tip

I'm like oh shit we goon tear up this bitch

Pull out a stick when you put up your fist

I'm like these niggas done fucked up my fit

Funny how heaven and hell co exist

Funny how life can put you in the mix

I sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks

I booked studio with the trap money

Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me

You still asking niggas for gas money

I look at these rappers like crash dummies

I look at these bitches that

Fuck with these rappers like bitch

You just fucked with my last homie

Kesha can come get the last from me

Heaven can come get the last from me

Harmony can come get the last from me

Halo can come get the last from me MAMA!

I hit the trap today

I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah

I hit the trap today

I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah

I hit the trap today

I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah

Tell her let's go have a bite

Tell her let's go have a bite yeah

I hit the trap today

I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah

I hit the trap today

I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah

I hit the trap today

I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah

Treat every night like it's Saturday night

Like it's Saturday night, yeah

I hit the trap today

I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah

I hit the trap today

I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah

I hit the trap today

I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah

Tell her let's go have a bite

Tell her let's go have a bite yeah