Night To Remember - A$Ton Matthews, Da$h

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hol' up

Zipper gang shit

Hol' up

You wanna play rough?

OKAY

Boy, we was raised from them shoulders

Turn you to victims or soldiers

You smell the death 'round the corners

But baby we used to the odors

You better pay what you owe us or you’ll be a gift to the Lords

Ou baby, thugging it costs, summertime, block in the shorts

I’m 'posed to die tonight, see if they stick to the course

I get the brrrt from the source

I put the lock in her jaws

100's and 50's all over them titties, but please baby keep all the locks off my

doors

Dropping a 5 in a liter, drop from the top like she Lita

She got the throat of a diva and got a face like Aaliyah

Treat her like I don’t need her, dismissed

Bending corner, wig shopping, ay

Put you on a shirt and get a day

Zipper gang, we pull up, leave a stain

1Up, 2Up, 3Up, beat the case

Youngin’s thirsty, lurking for a name

Close or open casket for the fame

All depending how you wanna play

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we need all that (yeah, so)

All that, bitch, you smacked (yeah, so)

Headshot, face shot, neck shot, all that (yeah, so x2)

Flatline, you dig?

(yeah, so x2)

Well

I’m 'posed to die tonight

I’m 'posed to die tonight

But it look like a night to remember

But it look like a night to remember

You already know who the fuck it is man

You already know who the fuck it be

Mr. Stop Fucking Playing With Me, man

Pull up, hop out, take your bitch, get knocked the fuck out

No type time, I’m on no type time, we on pussy

Walked in, I looked like the man of the hour

The one with the pistol, the one with the power

Your bitch suckin' dick cause her nigga a coward

Got paid off it all, from the pills to the powder

Doing business so they hatin' it

If we want it then we takin' it

Chalk line, yellow tape and shit

Smut her out, you probably datin' it

Got the package and I made it flip

He got hit, then we arrangin' it

Shells in faces, we in enragin' it

Diamonds dance like a Jamaican bitch

Dirty Whine on the necklace

DUI, I’m ridin' reckless

Uh, yeah, she on ya line for the textin'

And she in my spot for the sex, nigga

Yeah, So, No

Gang member, flame sender

Bad man, mad man

Red ragging, toe tagging

Rack stackin', no lackin', nigga

Keep it bool or else we uppin' toolies

Clips on clips, it ain’t no fuckin' movie

Don’t associate with fuckin' goofies

I’m 'posed to die tonight

I’m 'posed to die tonight

But it look like a night to remember

But it look like a night to remember