Weekend Nights (feat. A.G.)

Now once I flick my Bic, and the Dutch get lit

Bloodeye spit, like you bust my shit

Will it never happen? I'm forever rappin'

I clap 'em, and dead 'em

Send 'em home packin', for actin'

The black's in

Ease the pain, just like Tinactin

Honey is fine as a fuck, plus she snuck the MAC in

Guess what, next up, she turn assassin

Along with, thirty of my dirty ****, blastin'

I hear platinum callin', and worldwide tourin'

You want hoes? Come to any show I'm performin'

You rob me tonight? You won't make it to the morning

Rolled up on 'em, when his killers froze up on 'em

And I came with a whole truck for 'em

Tried to tell 'em, if he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em

And if shit get hectic, I'm calling mo' ****

Go-getters, golddiggaz get no liquors

But no weed, we hold figgaz

But we so chi, and we hold heat

It was a weekend night and my **** is chillin'

Burners in the bushes and the licks is spillin'

Blunts gettin' blazed, man, these chicks is trippin'

My ****, get ya dirt on

It was a weekend night and my **** is chillin'

Burners in the bushes and the licks is spillin'

Blunts gettin' blazed, man, these chicks is trippin'

My ****, get ya dirt on

Now some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws

Sweats for longjohns, tryna get they warm on

I'm strong on, any song I perform on

Get papes, celebrate like the date I was born on

I spit blood, get love, sip Bud, flip 'cause

Them **** wanna leave me twisted, like the spliff does

But I react, hoes in ya head, watch ya shit flood

Like Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Joan of Arc

I squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark

We will demolish, straight from P-ville and Forest

Deeper than knowledge

Equipped to speak at ya college

You kill me frontin' when I'm for really comin'

Caravans packed up with my mans in them

'Cause I really want 'em

It's all good like Willy Hunting

Watch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize

That I'm the ****, they wanna know me

If you feel me, come show me

Is it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey?

Yeah, my shit shine, my sunny Rolly

Couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq, or quick like Kobe

Show and A get the love, my **** mix the idiot with the Bud

Show the Dirty Don and Mister Mud

Chicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch

And if shit get hectic, I'm calling mo' ****

Go-getters, golddiggaz get no liquors

But no weed, we hold figgaz

But we so chi, and we hold heat

It was a weekend night and my **** is chillin'

Burners in the bushes and the licks is spillin'

Blunts gettin' blazed, man, these chicks is trippin'

My ****, get ya dirt on

It was a weekend night and my **** is chillin'

Burners in the bushes and the licks is spillin'

Blunts gettin' blazed, man, these chicks is trippin'

My ****, get ya dirt on