Oh, oh (oh)
Oh, oh (oh)
Let me check in wit' niggas

Long nights (long nights), in the trap (in the trap)
It got a nigga sick (got a nigga sick)
It got a nigga this (got a nigga this), far (far)
Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did (yes I did)
But be clear (be clear)

I just pulled up to TD in I8
If we all getting money than why hate?
Smoove hesi' the renty like, why wait?
We the hottest in the tri-state
My niggas gon' raise up the crime rate
If you try to play wit' me
So don't play wit' me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up to the party, gasoline
Who's coming in? Like all of us
I'm from a town where we pour the Henny in double cups
It's enough Henny for all of us
We getting money we mix the Buscemi wit' all of the Fendi designer stuff
I, just pulled 20K (20K), I've been getting my way (way)
Top down in the Wraith (Wraith), baddie giving me face (face)
AP from the touch down (touch down), I just pulled from a Chase (Chase)
Shout out my lawyer (my lawyer), he just beat my case (my case)

Long nights (long nights), in the trap (in the trap)
It got a nigga sick (got a nigga sick)
It got a nigga this (got a nigga this), far (far)
Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did (yes I did)
But be clear (be clear)

Be clear when I say, "In Allah I got faith"
I ain't jackin' a lot of you niggas
Got the ice on my neck call me Bobby Boucher, reach and I pull the trigger
I don't care who fake I fuck wit' the real
I roll around wit' my hitters, hitters, hitters, hitters

Be clear when I say, "In Allah I got faith"
I ain't jackin' a lot of you niggas
Got the ice on my neck call me Bobby Boucher, reach and I pull the trigger
I don't care who fake I fuck wit' the real
I roll around wit' my hitters, hitters, hitters, hitters

Long nights (long nights), in the trap (in the trap)
It got a nigga sick (got a nigga sick)
It got a nigga this (got a nigga this), far (far)
Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did (yes I did)
But be clear (be clear)

Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Bashar Barakah Jackson, Gerail Harvey