Goodnight King Los (Ft. Fat Trel & Skarr Akbar)

The night has a thousand ears listenin to your cries
The night has a thousand eyes and they're all on you
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your cries

I was born broke but im a rich nigga
So its night night to them bitch niggas
Glock small but the clip bigger
Got 30 shots for them snitch niggas
Roll wit who I grow wit
Its over wit when that stove lit
Ditch the low we need mo bricks
Then we switch the hoes and take mo trips
Mo licks equals mo chips, so young yet so rich
Go get who you wanna get
Just don't bullshit when that 4 spit
Bus a nuts in that ho bitch
She pop a pill and take the whole dick
Me and her left the dealership never tell who im rollin wit
Im DC northeast tatted ho
Lots of money you can add it ho
Place the dick with them pussy lips
Put it to sleep and you can have the ho
Ride wit los and a older smoke
Backseat full of heat you think beef is sweet
East street may sb but I keep me a killer from southeast
Ride out never hide out that 4-5 take eyes out
You pay the plug with the pies out
Police behind you when you ride out
You hot nigga jus stop nigga
Never try to shop no block nigga
You should move n kill your goons
N try to find a new spot nigga