Young Roddy, Curren$y, Smoke DZA - After Hours lyrics

Tryna drink away my pain
That made me throw up
(That made me throw up)
They shot my nigga in his back
That made him slow up
(That made him slow up)
Might let my bitch drive while I roll up
My brother fighting a charge
But we don't fold up (We don't fold up)
My girl say she scared for me
I just tell her pray for me (Amen)
OG had to pay the lawyer
Fees with cocaine money (What?)
Forty years flat
Two of my niggas got the same number
Heart turned cold, damn
Look at what the game done you
Might cop the Wraith
The double R's on the headrests
For mama 'cause she workеd too hard
The doc said she need bedrеst
Really from the hood
I take you spots where they be spraying at
Where I lost my mans at
Sold my first grams at (What?)
Them goons get the drop on your
Spot and it get ransacked
Fresh up out the gutter where they
Shootin' and throwing hands at
Crabs in a barrel
Never let 'em fuck your plans up (Uh)
Motherfuck the cops
Them crackers shooting us with our hands up

Dope boy
Might just pull up on you in a Lamb' truck
Rule one, if you get caught
Don't give your mans up
We don't play no zones around this bitch
You gotta man up
Ball like I'm Bradley Beal on a bitch
And one gun smoke, cocaine
That's the shit we came from
Learned from my pop mistakes
Try not to make the same one
Never wife a bitch
Them hoes'll leave you when the rain come
(Uh) when them chopper bullets rain
It'll stain something (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fuck around and I aim at your kingdom
Niggas ain't dumb
Look, they tried to pass it
Off to them other niggas, we ain't them
(Uh, uh) real ones rep around the globe
Where we came from (Uh)
Route sent a kite, I'm like, "Say when"
He know his nigga DZA get it
Shaking like a paint can (Yes)
Know some niggas hating through the
Net on they fake 'Grams (Uh)
Really they be pussy and they really
Be confused 'cause they fans (Really)
Pardon the fallen (Uh) , pardon me darling
I ball, I belong in the Barclay, the Garden
I'm Harlem bred, R and S, they aren't us
This thing of ours belong to us
It's all in trust
Chronic and foreign trucks (Uh)
With all the feats, all our retreats
Jewelry, expensive feets
Women wearing the least
Huh, pose, another selfie for the freaks (Uh)
Rollin' up the hottest thing
Smoking in the streets

Dope boy
Might just pull up on you in a Lamb' truck
Rule one, if you get caught
Don't give your mans up
We don't play no zones around this bitch
You gotta man up
Ball like I'm Bradley Beal on a bitch
And one gun smoke, cocaine
That's the shit we came from
Learned from my pop mistakes
Try not to make the same one
Never wife a bitch
Them hoes'll leave you when the rain come
When them chopper bullets rain
It'll stain something (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Tires wet like they black glass (Skrrt)
Trunk in the front, motor in back
You know it's fast (You know it's fast)
I could teach a class
But that's too much game
(That's too much game)
For me to lay in two semesters
You'll need so many life lessons
(So many life lessons)
You'll need to sit down for so many sessions
(So many sessions)
Them losses that I took was really blessings
(They was blessings)
Above my shoulder is my sharpest weapon
(My sharpest weapon) like a Smith & Wesson
Killing beats and bring them checks in
(Pew, pew, pew)
I done turned into a bill collector
(Bill collector) i bought an office space
I'm waiting on the building inspector
(I bought an office space
I'm waiting on the building inspector)
Get these permit's, these licenses (Licenses)
Then it's back to balling out and buying shit
(Back to balling out and buying shit)
Always knew I'd be rich
Ain't know which woman I would end up with
Player for life, bitch, I'd never quit
(Player for life, girl, I'd never quit)
And on my tre-first homeboys
I would never switch (I would never switch)
Up, that's that sucker stuff
That's not for us
(That's that sucker stuff, that's not for us)
I hit the Rolls-Royce dealer
Got a coupe and a truck
(Got the coupe and the truck) eat my dust

Dope boy
Might just pull up on you in a Lamb' truck
Rule one, if you get caught
Don't give your mans up
We don't play no zones around this bitch
You gotta man up
Ball like I'm Bradley Beal on a bitch
And one gun smoke, cocaine
That's the shit we came from
Learned from my pop mistakes
Try not to make the same one
Never wife a bitch
Them hoes'll leave you when the rain come
When them chopper bullets rain
It'll stain something (yeah, yeah, yeah)