Oh,
were you here last night?
Last night, last night, last night,
last night, last night
Have you heard about last night?
Last night, last night, last night,
last last night
There was murder last night, last night,
last night, last night, last night
Niggas, commit murder night, last night
Last night, last night, last night
There's a tear in your eye
And I'm off the O .E., you know me,
I'm in the function
Fucked up, sack him in a wine in my cut
Think I could fill up any cut
Looking at these niggas around me,
haters surround me
Like beasts to honey,
I wouldn't be thinking like this
But the O .E. got me,
plus I needs the money
So two slugs in the chest
in front of everybody there
Jams in the air, tell I need this place
Better act like you care
About your life, disappearing tonight
Through tired smoke,
you know that's right
Out of sight like George Clooney
You need hope, water or soap
Cause you all bloody,
and it's all lully
Turning humans into meat and rubbish
It's not thuggish, it's more like mafia
Lifestyle killin',
run up and grab you
And stab you all up in the throat
That's all she wrote
When was that?
Last night, last night, last night,
last night, last
And they're shooting again
Them niggas had to fight
Last night, last night, last night,
last night, last night
When the niggas in the club
all up in the shower
Last night, last night, last night,
last night, last night
Last night, last night, last night,
last night, last
Caught us both in the bed, bucket naked
But under the pillow was tequila muff,
so I wasn't sweating it
Gotta stay real enough,
he snatched you out the bed
and took you straight downstairs
I got out the bed and got my strap
and put it in the small of my back
Heard y 'all yelling and fighting,
shit let me check this clip
Shit I hope this nigga don't wanna trip,
have to make this hit
I mean her , I make it work
like a Stockton Boulevard hoe
Take your blood for your dough,
dig you a hole in your flow
I was walkin' downstairs,
that nigga had you up by the neck
She was like, you gon' hell?
Aw, you punk -ass bitch,
you don't get no respect
I'ma get my photo,
an d I'm out the door
And till you tell that nigga what's up,
bitch, don't hit me no more
It could be a murder show -off,
starring me, co -starring you
Don't mean to fuck it up at the end,
but you died too
Cause bad guys get away in my eyes,
cause we always right
We put them in baskets,
I swear we had they whole
fuckin' family crying
When was that?
Last night, when I hit your phone
I knew you was home, I got mine's on
Last night, pulled up in the brome
Pulled out the chrome
and went in your home
Last night, came in all alone
Put one in your dome
and the morning you was gone
Last night, put your flashlight
I put you in the past like
Last night, last night, last night,
last night, last night
I see the world, last night, last night,
last night, last night, last night
Last night, last night, last night,
last night, last night
Last night, last night, last night,
last night, last night
I touch the streets daily,
for the gravy, nobody can fake me
I'm a handhunter, a hunter, killer,
bread hunter, spittin' out rabies
And if it was for my babies,
I'd be crazy as fuck
And I only got a couple homies
I trust I'm all fucked up in the head,
thinkin' about us ing this
And feel like I'm a dead man walkin'
And still I can thread that
thin line
between dead and walkin'
With some shackles,
I'm on the back row
On the phone straight plottin'
We're one of the only
hom ies I can trust
We got the chainsaws and
the Ziploc Ziplocs
And we hit blocks and ditch
cops
with the patterns we move
Rotate like Saturns and lose niggas
on the heels of our shoes
Put him in the trunk
to ride with the skunk weed
He was all bleeding last night
He was a punk,
nobody gon' need him that's right
I got the plug on the perfect spot
To dump that body and spot the rocks
And I swear no one gon'
find it down here
It's in the cut s,
trust me I dumped a couple
Bodies down here,
just say it's a big lake,
pass a small gate,
and you'll think no
one been here for years
I come prepared,
remember they call me Mr. No -Print,
Mr. Never -Leave -No -Clues
When I do what the fuck I
do is I cover shoe prints,
and any evidence of the type
So that the po -po can't
trace either one of us
to that spot last night
Cause last night,
who was at our spot, making music
So fuck what they yelling,
cause we got this here to prove it
So meet me in a minute,
with that dead body so we can move it
Tied up, wrap it in plastic,
weigh it down and then lose it
Cause man,
there really ain't nothing to it,
shit I'm down at the dots
Nigga, which docks?
You know the Twins,
the older docks,
the ones where we ditched
that first gun?
Older docks.
Yeah, so come on, try to hurry,
cause time's precious,
and plus that bitch keep
on calling me,
but I just ain't checked her message
since last night.
