Wild for the Night

Wake up feeling blessed up, pistol on that dresser Ain't afraid to show it, I'll expose it if I dress up Riding in that Testa...rossa, nigga catch up Sipping on that syrup 'til I'm messed up like yes sir So now I'm getting change, people looking at me strange Like nigga switching lanes, never changed, still the same We fuck bitches, get paper, you fuck niggas on papers We walk around with lasers, you prolly own some tasers Lame niggas disgrace us, they girlfriends want date us Got different hoes, I'm pimping hoes, you could tell by my paystubs My niggas gettin' right, smokin' weed with dirty Sprite Going wild for the night, fuck being polite Finna wild out for the weekend, me, myself, and I – my three friends Nigga feeling froggy, then leap in, A$AP niggas finna sneak in Middle finger to the critics, me and my nigga Skrillex You know we finna kill it, A$AP we the trillest You don't really want that Glock boy You don't really wanna feel them shots boy You a b-boy, I'm a block boy, I'm a D boy, I'm a hot boy Six shots got me feelin' like Pac, boy, party all night, shit don't stop, boy Drunk as fuck and I'm ready to fight Wilding for the night, fuck being polite, boy Wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going... Wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going... Wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going... Wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going... It's the weekend and I'm creeping with my niggas Drunk and disrespectful, callin' women bitches I don't mean no harm but won't you and your friends Meet us in the cut and we can do the business God my witness that I only wanna kick it And your girl just said they with us So we rolling in them Benzes Won't you pour it up and stop the babysitting She got drunk as fuck and swallowed all my kids Back to the Mac, tats on her back, ass so fat, hit that from the back When it clap from the back, she clappin' it back She flat on her back and it's back to the trap Fuck your pack, A$AP where it's at Fuck nigga act, get clap lay flat Fuck your dreams, leave a punk nigga dreamin' Then you sleep, and you won't come back from the nap Benjamin Three-Stack, it’s a fact, she lives in my lap On my Outkast, daddy fat, bitches on my sack And you know them smokin' bitches rolling reefer got me open Wildin' to the morning with my homies, tell 'em where we going Wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going... Wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going... Wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going... Wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going...