Don Pablito - Friday Night

Friday night we get right
In the block shooting dice
The henny got these nihgaz feeling
Like they iron mike
The lik homies knocked a Bigga clean off his bike then made him walk home
Knowing that we in war zone
Yo why you nihgaz playing
You should be laying with strap
I hope you niggaz ready
You know he coming back
Niggaz heavy off the yak
Them pills kicking in
Talking bout who fuck Tanisha
And who she kiss again
Shots get the ranging niggaz runnin
Ducking cover tryna get inside the crib
See that Lil nigga dumping

He on a pedal bike
Right hand holding the pump
I heard em get the yelling
Pussy nihgaz betta run
He left buckshot holes spraid cross niggaz
Doorway
He almost hit Y in leg
That lil boy craaazy

That lil nigga stupid shorty right in the hood
We could air his house a hunnit nights
So i could Re assure

But check it out the next day
20 niggaz at his fathers gate
Pops come with the same pump
That he had yesterday

My nigga Kay entered the gate
9 in his hand
Told pops ya boy he gotta pay
It’s to be a man

Then pops cocked the gage back
Said y’all better stay back
I bet u over my dead body


I went to peawee crib
Grabbed the revolver with the tape wrapped all around the handle
I’ma bring this shit straight back

Taj seen me creep out the side
Nobody else saw
I had a shot i was aligned
I connect 4

Told Mezy move out the way
Out the line of fire
Cus if i shoot and that nigga pull
Don’t need nobody dying

Kay couldn’t hear me tho
Shit getting scary tho
Telling Kay get out the way
Taj whispering let it go

Shoot chiefy shoot that nigga better shoot niggA Brod day
20 yards away they won’t know who killed em

3 impalas hit the block
Eeeeerrrr every body stop
I hit the yard
Had to stash the pistol underneath some rocks

Everybody scrambling
We mad nobody got shot
This is just one summer day
When it’s hot on my block

Worst part i think that was the night
They had ya locked
They caught him with his pistol
He had the drop
On the opps blocks

It’s unfortunate this war we win
Y’all battle in them business offices
Our battle isn’t corporate
Y’all battling over marketing
Promotion out here equals targeting
This ain’t business plan that you put target in

My button up maybe a cardigan
Ya names on a card to give
The stamp on the dope
That’s what we calling it

American dream nigga

Meme we when can said
It was touch me tease me when case was the shit...
If you n is you know
Y’all niggaz don’t know about this dope game

Written by:

Publisher:
Lyrics © TUNECORE INC

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find