out for the night (part 2(Explicit)) - 21 Savage

Lyrics by：Shayaa Joseph/Jacques Webster/Ahmar Bailey/Carlos Santana

Composed by：Shayaa Joseph/Jacques Webster/Ahmar Bailey/Carlos Santana

Give her back shots till her back hurt back shots

Thumb through the money till my hands hurt cash out

Wanna go on a date you gotta dance first yah yah

Take it to the paint I gotta slam first yah yah

She be actin' stiff with the booty on God

Feelin' like I'm biggie rockin' coogi on God

Draco make you put up that lil' uzi on God

I don't want no features n***as groupies straight up

Pass her to the gang quarterback sneak quarterback sneak

I was in my feelings now it's f**k kiki worried 'bout

Let lil' tip hit that b***h on GP straight up

Smokin' gas n***a I re-up at the BP

Five foot five five she my ride or die die

Never tell a lie lie we like bonnie and clyde clyde

Lookin' at her thigh thigh like do it come with rice rice

She don't like facetime she would rather skype

But I'm out for the night straight up

Out for the night straight up

Out for the night straight up

Out for the night straight up

Yeah I'm out for the night on God

Out for the night on God

Out for the night on God

Out for the night on God

Yeah you workin' hard hard

And I see you I do

And your bills late late

And your rent due yeah

And you never need a man to defend you straight up

You already pissed off on your menstrual straight up

And you been through yeah

'Cause he been through yeah

You a star player star

And he benched you yeah

In your corner I'd never go against you on God

Bought a foreign now it's friends wanna text you straight up

You got off late late

And you worked out worked

You ain't stunt his baby mama

'Cause she burnt out burnt

You got rid of him and made sure

That we worked out facts

So I put a hunnid racks in your purse now racks

Five foot five five she my ride or die die

Never tell a lie lie we like bonnie and clyde clyde

Lookin' at her thigh thigh like do it come with rice rice

She don't like facetime she would rather skype

But I'm out for the night straight up

Out for the night straight up

Out for the night straight up

Out for the night straight up

Yeah I'm out for the night on God

Out for the night on God

Out for the night on God

Out for the night on God

P-pardon my lateness this beat hittin' slap

After take one then just run this s**t back

Say la flame hot no I'm hotter than that yeah

Told you before know this deeper than rap

We been up-up in the cap ain't no cap uh

Just bought the block where they didn't want me at

Just threw a fest right across from the tracks

Tried take my world but I got that b***h back

My heart in this till I heart attack

Runnin' this s**t till cardiac

Not far from this s**t where they find me at

Flame flame la flame

Walk in my closet she tryin' on pieces

She wanna bling blaow for the evenin'

Up at the top it's still plottin' and schemin'

City of angels we watch for the demons

Out of the window we countin' in seasons

Three nights in the forum for the kids gotta feed 'em

They open pits up without even speakin'

It's been some tension but can't rock the wave

Let the coupe roller coast get

The f**k out my way yeah yeah

It will start makin' sense I guess when I get older

For now 'cause they cold I got ice to get colder

I run through the H keep an eighth when I go there

Don't break out moët 'cause I'm lit if I'm sober

Don't mean that I'm slippin' and slidin' on this

She wanna go out for the night I'm with it

Yeah