Tonight

D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc
(Rich Gang)

Shit, these niggas got all this bullshit to offer
These bad ass conversations, stupid ass excuses
I got good love for you, a whole lot of it
That's what I got to offer, baby
You know what I'm sayin'?
Got a lot of money but that ain't what I'm tryna give you right now
Not at this motherfuckin' moment
Good love, yeah

Drop it like a felon, do it with integrity
Hoes hatin' on you, girl, ignore 'em, that's the jealousy
Say I got a swagger like a nigga from the '70's
I took you out of Conquer Hill and moved you up in Beverly's
I squeeze that ass like a pair of pliers
Then I roll on that ass like a spare tire
You on fire if you're woods and I done passed by you
Bitch, I be all up in your hair like a hair dryer
You don't let me get them drawers, I don't care about you
'Cause you gon' make me drop you off like a cab driver
'Cause hoe, you know you livin' dirty, let me sterilize you
Put this dick up in your spine, bitch, I paralyze you

Yeah
Man you know how some of these hoes be just on goofy shit
While a nigga tryna come upstairs, you heard me?
Bitch pull up playin', all that cap shit, uh

Fresh iced up gun line
One time, so we did it on the sunshine
Big time, high life on the flat line
Frontline, so we did it on the sunshine
West Side, hot top
Down bottom when we do it and we don't stop
Gun play, nigga 'bout it, nigga, one hop
One stop, one pop, nigga, one drop
One pop, one stop, nigga gon' stop
She'll play, she'll lay, but she gon' pop
Real nigga from my hood and we won't stop
Real nigga flood the hood and we go shop
Bloodline, nigga

Rich Gang