Its 3am in a hood, seedy
You could feel it in the air, but the hood need me
Got the text, After party
Come meet me
In a spot freaky
Usually won't
But i'm kinda saucy
Had a 40 and some Carlo Rossi
Plus the girl i'm wit is feeling bossy
Maneuver in a Uber
End up somewhere 'round 4th street
The front door was down 4 feet
The ground floor creek
As we enter see cheeks
It got me weak
But i keep my guard and chin up
Order a couple shots
He was in my spot, get up
He knew the vibes
It was quick draw surrender
If you got a couple dollas
Gone tip the bartender
Far from my agenda
Anything bout broke, shit
I ain't trippin
Thesе titties done got me wokе
My city, it got me litty, ain't even gotta provoke
Now i'm boutta leave witta her, go figure, we barely spoke, ey
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