Midnight in OP
Jairus King
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Jairus King nigga Yeah Whole lotta playa shit ya feel me Look Whaaan I wake her up I crank the engine it’s like 12:30 Way I been putting in work It done got my nails dirty Back in the slab vision blurry But I’m still stirring 9 on me like Rondo With the 30 like I’m Steph Curry Whipping round my city I’m dipping ducking them potholes Know I be on that Henny Tonight we drinking moscato Gas burning she running low I pull up by the liquor store My shawty need some gars She grabbed my Henny and some Stella Rose Bumping UGK cause shawty know I keep it Trill I put 65 on 4 Now we gone block all through the Hill She just grabbed a couple grams From Ms. Sealy color purple Now we back up on the south To see my people in Park Circle What it do cuz she blowing that pack And I got my blue cups It’s love up on the south Still my cousins clutching them rugers Say she feel like royalty She rolling with the King Time passing in the slab We back up in my time machine yeah A whole lot of 3rd Street shit ya feel me Chop Shop Boyz yeah One time for Doogie Dog My nigga Don yeah Penoonie Look look I keep my heat on the seat And my car keys on the dresser Pulling up in whatever And my trunk be holding pressure I live in the present These future bars I don’t pass at all No I can’t sleep til they woke I guess I’m like aterol Niggas with them games Break yo Kevin Hart no joking That be yo ace til he pull yo card Nigga no poker I want my change and my coins And them gold tokens They know it’s me when they gone see Them 84s poking They use to laugh at me Laws steady harassing me Modern day Fat Pat Turning my Dreams into Reality unh They peep that slab and be Asking me if I’m dope cooking I pop the trunk and I beat em up from the subwoofers Niggas in they feelings They don’t wanna see me win They be hoping I go back to Mixing syrup with the gin F*ck a friend until the end I know my brothers got my back Family ties keep me suited So I know they got my slack nigga yeah What you talking bout what this barking bout Catch him out in the parking lot And park my dot across ya top Tighten his chest like a halter top We off tonight that’s what he banking Thinking we can’t leave him stinking Ship sinking he living with plankton Under the bridge somewhere near Cankton I’m maintaining my money status Getting cabbage and living lavish Feds tripping and using tactics Dogs sniffing tryna find the plastic But they gone find the matic Cause I’ma show it to em Load hollows and throw it to em F*ck them hoes we owe it to em Roll some dro and blow it for em We riding so they hiding Niggas trying but they dying Bullets flying at yo spine Believe me nigga I’m getting mine Money bigger call me Diggler Take a swisher fore some liquor Be particular about ya issue Or the Feds’ll get you quicker I’ma hit you then forget ya Split you like a broken zipper When we ride niggas die I hope you bitches get the picture Getting richer pockets swelling If they telling I’m rebelling Letting off about eleven On the scene then I’m bailing bitch
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Written by: Lawrence Leblanc, Tremaine Lewis
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