Nightrider (feat. Freddie Gibbs) - Tom Misch & Poppy Ajudha

When I hit you up I'm talking about bangin' something Chill off in your crib and have a thing Probably make it stank or something Girl, you like my bottom bitch Post my bail, pay for my lawyer Play your position when them other hoes get out of order When you wanna give me that-? You purchase a plane ticket Run around town, when I bust her down They want shit like them lames did it Got her dick whipped, my dick smeared with lipstick Basically if this bitch lay with me She payin' me, I'm on some pimp shit, for real It's 2 a.m., club was 'bout to close up Thumbing through my contacts 'Bout to call one of my hoes up Then I met you, kicked game And followed you to the breakfast spot Fucked you like I married you that night up in the Marriott Scream like you got your cherry popped Fucking, switching up positions Thought this shit would never stop Motherfuck the intermission, damn Here we go again When I hit you up I'm talking about bangin' something Chill off in your crib and have a thing Probably make it stank or something Girl, you like my bottom bitch Post my bail, pay for my lawyer Play your position when them other hoes get out of order When you wanna give me that-? You purchase a plane ticket Run around town, when I bust her down They want shit like them lames did it Got her dick whipped, my dick smeared with lipstick Basically if this bitch lay with me She playin' me, I'm on some pimp shit, for real It's 2 a.m., club was 'bout to close up Thumbing through my contacts 'Bout to call one of my hoes up Then I met you, kicked game And followed you to the breakfast spot Fucked you like I married you that night up in the Marriott Scream like you got your cherry popped Fucking, switching up positions Thought this shit would never stop Motherfuck the intermission, damn Damn, damn, damn... Smoke 'em Here we go again Yeah, here goes Damn, damn, damn...

Yuh, Kane train Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Kane train, came by the trap If I fall off, I could do the same thing Rap game, face all over these magazines I can't slang things Insane, Bunny Rabbit gang, throw it down for the set-set VV's when you see me, hold these double Gs Got my neck wet Anybody killer, hittin' all crews Crack was movin' slow, I move the dog food Nigga, fuck the law, I'm breaking all rules Mr. Fetty Wap with the dog food Lost a couple ounces, that's a small move Threw the fifties out, we bringin' all tools Get a truck and fill it up with all goons When the crack was slow, I move the dog food, nigga Bitches young Corleone, Soprano baby Tony Straight out that East Side, my breakfast was eggs and fried baloney Can't politic if you neutral, I fuck with members only I pulled up their face with choppas, bitch, I ain't send the homies Fuck niggas, get sprayed down Yellow tape and stretchers gettin' laid now Come on niggas' block and get some cake 'round Y'all done been my niggas since the playground Y'all done been my niggas since the sandbox 'Fore I run the turf and got the land locked Put it in the park and make the gram fly We was out here serving hand-to-hand rocks, nigga Kane train, came by the trap If I fall off, I could do the same thing Rap game, face all over these magazines I can't slang things Insane, Bunny Rabbit gang, throw it down for the set-set VV's when you see me, hold these double Gs Got my neck wet And my money roll, it do not fold Got the rollie Daytona, it's all gold Politic with Pablo's chapos I don't got a minute for these dog holes Bitch, I never bend, I do not fold They was on the Chevy, they was all gold Politic with Pablo's chapos I ain't got a minute for these dog holes, nigga, yeah (You know what I'm sayin', baby, sniffle up) Politic with Pablo's chapos I ain't got a minute for these dog holes, nigga Yeah, yeah And my money roll, it do not fold I ain't got a minute for these dog holes Yeah, Kane

Yeah, for sure nigga We came from nothing nigga, from shit nigga For real Dolo and the pour up Got me tore up from the floor up Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up All the real niggas know us Back in '09, me and Lam, we was looking for a way out But ain't nobody wanna show us Riding 'round, selling blow, shotgun doors out his Volvo Must have sowed a whole O up And you stuck it out with me, I love you like a brother If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have a record deal or nothing I know you hate the fact that I'm so loyal to my street affiliation But my niggas need a pack? I'm out here thuggin' Willie and Diego need a pack? I'm out here thuggin' My nigga Butter, hit me for a pack, I'm out here thuggin' And now the DEA, they checking on me when I'm getting on a plane Double life, it got me ducking under covers I just wanna be legit man, shit man And every time I touch a dope, I say that this gon' be my last flip man I got a shorty that's willing to sell it for me She my lover, my homie, the devil cursed me with a pimp hand I hope my daughter never lives this type of lifestyle Creeping under streetlights as a night child My uncle still can't put the liquor or the pipe down Meanwhile, I'm in this kitchen, whipping up the white gal Plus, I got addictions of my own, boy The pills into laced blunts got me gone, boy The Oxycontin and heavy syrup got me looking in the mirror saying "Is you a dope fiend or a dope boy?" Smoking on some shit that I can't pass to a nigga Eyes shiny than a bitch, glass to a nigga Down to kick in the door with .44 Mags to a nigga Got some habits I pray that I never pass to a nigga All about the dollar signs, fuck the sympathy And fuck police, 'cause they killing you and killing me Slanging and banging, my paper stay getting fatter So do Black lives matter when you're about to kill your enemy? I need to know it, drop that paper, boy, don't be heroic You'll get a trip to see your Jesus if you're reaching for it A real solid street nigga, never been extorted You pussy niggas shouldn't be living, should have been aborted It's Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Freddie Gordy Just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40 I bet my niggas kill the witness if I get reported The shit I spit is so realistic, shouldn't be recorded It's Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Freddie Gordy Just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40 I bet my niggas kill the witness if I get reported The shit I spit is so realistic, shouldn't be recorded, nigga shouldn't be recorded Dolo and the pour up Got me tore up from the floor up Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us Dolo and the pour up Got me tore up from the floor up Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us Yeah Yeah Yeah All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us Yeah All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us (Dolo and the pour up) (Dolo and the-, dolo and the pour up) (Got me tore up from the floor up) (Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up) (All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us) (Dolo and the pour up) (Got me tore up from the floor up) (Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up) (All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us) (Dolo and the pour up) (Got me tore up from the floor up) (Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up) (All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us) (Dolo and the pour up)