ASN - Midnight Session (feat. ASN Elmo, ASN Roe, ASN Steez & CZY-ONE)

Tell that nigga if it's pressure, we can bust a pipe
Never been a hoe, I ain't a gangsta, but I got some stripes
Flip the bag, then make it double up, I gotta get right
Yo bitch give me them legs by the end of the night

Outta mind outta sight, now we on the way
Nigga tried to Okie Dokie, but he got the K
Break his nose, he need some stitches, he was tryna play
You tryna smoke on what we smoking, he ain't tryna pay

ASN, MC still the gang bitch
Nigga ten toes, Never Fold, no I can't switch
MLB get to hella blues, Lilo & Stitch
3 in the car that's 12 straps, bitch we can't miss

She got me feeling guilty
Won't let her cuff, but she can frisk me
Don't call her hoe, she just a frisbee
Sing-a-long just like I'm Disney

What's her name? I think it's Sydney
Dory can lead me, don't need Siri
Hey Jessie, where is Zuri
Skai's the limit, I'll test the theory

I ain't gone quit grinding through this hoe until I'm too rich (Keep going)
My doggie 'A' like benzes, in them bitches driving too quick
Boolin' in an old school Beamer, vibing to some smooth shit
That nigga built like a tree, choppa turn him to a toothpick

I can't say we made it till we all in 'Rari roadsters (Keep going)
Niggas try to ride the wave, but catch a drip just like a coaster
It's hilarious you think that there's coffee in this Folgers
If you see me innat whip, that ain't rented, I'm the owner

Baby want my heart, had to tell her I'm not a donor
If I break you off some dick, you gotta know it's just a loner (Relax)
Ima slut you out, choke you up just like I'm Homer
Gotta ease my mind, I'm a stress relieving stoner

Met her at a party, she had Kalahari (WAP)
If you cook the snow brown, then good luck with Charlie
Nigga falling off the wagon getting drunk on trolleys (I promise)
Feel like I'm Harden off of 60, smacking ass at Follies (Believe me)

If I point they hawk 'em down, I ain't talking Trae Young
I got trust, when I bust, she gon' catch it on her tongue
Man the gas I smoke is pressure, take a puff collapse my lung
Met the bitch in the Spring by the Summer she was sprung
Play with us you better run, hard to find snatch his son
I ain't grimey like that, but know who do that shit for fun
Niggas think they pushing weight, them choppa bullets weigh a ton
Niggas playing hide and seek, ready or not here I come

She say she wanna title, but that bitch not mine
When it come to giving head that little bitch top 5
I hope she know we not in love just because we locked eyes
She said it's finger licking good like that shit was Popeyes

Written by:
Carson Hedgepeth, Chase Shaw, Eddie Collier, Victor Hill

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