At Night - Lil Bibby, Lil Herb

I keep my pistol on me only at night

Because the haters be tripping, that's right

I keep my pistol on me

I keep my pistol on me

Late night I’m servin' fiends

And I’m rocked up

In the field with the Glock tucked

Fuck the cops bruh

I ain’t trynna' get shot up

My nina on the side of me

It’s speedin' through in the ride with me

I’m from the town you know how it be

Got to keep that all times nigga

I ain’t lying nigga

Or you gon' end up dying nigga

Shots fired nigga

It’s a man down

Leave yo' body juss' layin' 'round

But I’m the one that’s sprayin' 'round so it ain’t me

Big thirty so it can’t be

I keep that

Gotta have it yea I need that

Drop his ass then forget the shit

Herb like where the weed at?

Only kush no seed pack

Word around I got free crack

I’m lackin' don’t believe that

Thirty shots on my waist

Give a fuck about no case

Coolin' where it ain’t safe

I need a mill on my plate

In this trap shit

Cause I’ve been doin' this way before this rap shit

Pistol on me in traffic

Real life no actin'

Young niggas they clappin'

And I ain’t trynna' get whacked bitch

So damn right I’m packin'

Yea it’s on me

I keep my shades on at night

And not the Rays holmes

Cause ion' kick it in a safe zone

If you run up on me you get blazed holmes

And I been learned that

You can’t get caught without one

Especially from where I’m from

And if you get caught without that

Then you might just get your scalp cracked

Know a couple niggas that got left behind 'cuz when it’s crunch time they was

steps behind

It was clutch time so I kept the nine

And you never know when it’s reppin' time

Yea the last time I slipped

I fuck around and got hit

Bitch niggas fuck around with the wrong clique

Must be fuckin' 'round with that shit

Yea it don’t feel great but it feel safe when I walk around with the steel eight

So don’t play with me cause I will spray

You’ll be walkin' 'round with a steel plate

And that’s real rap

Try to play me like a fuck nigga and get peeled back

Ion' trust niggas keep 'em real back

In my two-seater with the steel Mac

Pull up on 'em let the steel clap on my own shit

Drop a nigga fire the block up and get locked up at my own risk

Rather catch me wit' it on me

And I do my dirt by my lonely

I’m a real nigga I got real killas'

If I hit 'em up then they’ll deal wit' 'em

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