Good Nights

When they play my song, they gonn run it back

And when you see me then you knowing where the party at

Career win, full circle like I call the sacks

To all my high-school haters having heart attacks

Cause boy I come through, riding in a brontosaurus

And I drink a little liquor cause I’m out here touring

Pass out, so drunk, motherfuckers snorin

Bitches mouth stay runnin so I call em forest

Cause we got fucked up, girls roll the tourist

You would think by now we would act mature

But fuckk that, yup yap in a bitch it’s pushing

I don’t never give apologies, I left according

To the shots I took and the lines you snorted

I find myself funny but I find you worrying

Now catch myself runnin to a flight that’s boarding

But hey, good nights and bad mornings…

Good nights and bad mornings…

Hey, good nights and bad mornings…

Mornin, mornin, mornin, mornin

Let’s get drunk, so we can’t get blamed for shit

Take hela shots till we get the hang of it

A bunch of free bottles, ain’t no sense in wastin it

We be drinkin hela hennesy and blazin it

With hela white boys like josh and jacob shit

See this is what you living like when you be makin it

Some people like you and some people be fake and shit

But free week mean free blunts to the face again

I’m going outta this world and I’m back in orbit

I be getting lifted and the weed’s my forklift

We got hela substance and you can’t control it

I be spittin hela game cause I never forfeit

I be spillin hela beer on my fuckin jordans

Woke up with a mess that I can’t afford it

My camera man hovered and he still recording

Go ahead, get this, good nights and bad mornings

Good nights and bad mornings, good nights and bad mornings

Go ahead, get this, good nights and bad mornings

Good nights and bad mornings, good nights and bad mornings

Let’s make a bong out of water bottle

Cause I ain’t bring a pipe but I brought pot though

And the drugs in my rooms I feel like a capo

We in traphouse, but I’ma start a sideshow

Attention all you haters, get upon your job though

I been makin money and I’m like que passo

You supposed to be stoppin it but I guess you not so

Good at what you doin cause I’m getting mars dough

I’ma drive to tijuana just to buy some tacos

Cause I’m on every color and I got the passport

I got my reggie wanna but you walkin out mode

Cause you hela fried so of course we not close

Me and my game tight like a fuckin corset

We get turn together and we hit them stores then

We can buy whatever, cause no money shortage

Now we have to pay for lugagge when our flight is boarding

But hey, good nights and bad mornings