Late Nights (feat. Bocca Jones)

I ain't spinning the block I'm blocking the spin

And if I did it before I can do it again

It's just the differences I just don't know what this is

It's like one minute you hate me, the next it's some rizz

Regardless I'ma handle my biz

Just thankful for the fact that we ain't handling kids

I know I'm remissed If I'm missing your kiss

Thinking late nights bout when I used to dig

In them guts, baby On the hush, baby

We ain't in love, baby We just fuck, baby

But lately I've been fiending for that ass crazy

Sipping Henny, got my mind hazy

Put a arch up in your spine, baby

Snatch your soul when I stroke, got you lazy

Then I let you sleep On that TLC

Then I dig I creep, Gwap

B-O-C more A-Marie **** thinking, they spitting, they wishing

Problems come 99 But listen, it hit different

It's this one thing that got me tripping it's bitches

Yeah, you guessed it, you get it

Precisely, it's women

My heart too big to deal with such vixens

I lick and hit kitten

Then peel out bout my business

It takes but one bitch to catch you slipping

Until you fall and never reach a ground

Never reach a basis to talk shit out

Instead, it's a matrix to figure out

What could've been said with words

But you'd rather lash out

Now we live in a madhouse

Into the threshold And you spaz out

You send your demons And my demons come in to level shit out

What was it really about, huh