Steez - Tonight

[Verse I]
Let’s get some Henny going on the rocks
I mean tonights a celebration let’s enjoy the spot
We got a little time to k’ill so there’s more to watch
It’s middle finger to the law you know it’s fuck the cops
Suckers plot, hoping they can watch all my partners drop
Y’all talk a lot, Itching to clip me like a barber shop
Yea you kinda hot, but I raise the temperature when the summers out
Who want it now, I’m toppling anything like the juggernaut
Ya’ll be smoking that polporee, We be blowing purple tree
We just all ahead of the curve like a perfect C
Ain’t nobody throwing these words more perfectly.
Cause I done made it from a jungle where them serpents be
Now certainly, I’ma give them hell till they heard of me
And verbally, They can’t even just tell how I work a beat
I’m just a nigga who be making some songs,
Just play a beat and it's on, it's cest la vi and I'm gone
I'm like whoa

[Hook]
…Let’s Vibe Tonight
…We Can Get Right Tonight (Whoaa)
…We on Fire Tonight
…Everybody’s live Tonight (Whoaaa)

[Verse II]
Just let the beat bump like a pot hole
I’m just tryna get the cheese, that is not yours
Whoever said that they can match flows know I got mo
It’s kill them all like Jason Vorhees of the plot tho
I’m a man who be tryna keep his money and mind right
And as a man you was taught to get money, It’s mines right
I’ll be damned if I let a nigga take all my time like
I can just get it back it ain’t no living in hindsight
This my light, And I’ma let it glow till it shine bright
I defy heights, I’m on the rise, The stars will align right
I define nice, You gotta hear these words and rewind twice
Like a Klondike, I’m throwing out these bars this all night
For anybody that want it, you can tell them it’s nothing
Cause I was thrown in the fire, and started cooking like ovens
This that New Jersey Drive, we popping willies like clutching
The illest nigga on keys, hi-hats, and percussions
I'm like whoa

[Hook]
…Let’s Vibe Tonight
…We Can Get Right Tonight (Whoaa)
…We on Fire Tonight
…Everybody’s live Tonight (Whoaaa)

[Bridge]
A whole lot of shit
And everybody lit
We hot as oven mitts
And ain’t nobody fucking with us
So stop that sucka shit
And haters sucka dick
To kick it how we kick it
That should be your bucket list

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