Graveyard Shift

My goal
To be the best Michael (Best)
Not no Jackson
No Blackson (Nah)
No Jordan
No Tyson
And this bitch bitin' (Bite)
My diamonds they froze (Ice)
I’m wit' ya hoe
She givin' me brain (Woah)
It’s going insane (Woah)
I don’t know her name
She callin' me James (King)
She fuckin' wit' lames
I’m fuckin' wit' gang
'Cuz we gettin' paid
We hittin' them stains
Yeah just for ya chains
I ball in various ways (Yeah)
She clutchin' my Cartier frames (Cartier)
These hoes gettin' saved
These hoes gettin' slayed (Slayed)
I’m smokin' my zaza
It’s gas like some Mazda (Gas)
She callin' me Papa (Papa)
My boy got the choppa
Turn your brain into pasta
I got all these dollars (Dollars)
I’m fuckin' yo' mama
She my lady no gaga (Nah)
She coutin' my guala
I’m poppin' my collar (Yeah)
She got a ass imma beat it up
My foot on the gas imma speed it up (Woah)
Wit' my boys and we geeked up
Wit' ya hoes and they linked up
Sexy as fuck all inked up
Now we smokin' that green up (Woah)
Now we drinkin' that lean up (Drank)
Wit' my gang and we teamed up
(Now we drinkin' that lean up)
(Wit' my gang and we teamed up)
In the booth at 3 A.M. I’m on the graveyard shift
I smoked too many Woods to the face not one of these songs a miss (Not one)
Gelato gas in my lungs make me reminisce (Got me thinking)
Poured two cups of dirty Sprite and now I got a lisp (Can't talk)
Hopped in the 'rarri I’m racin' (Skrt)
Smokin' on zaza Jamaican (Yeah)
Call me a doctor got patients (Huh)
Pass me a j imma face it (Face it)
Bitch I grew up so hated (Hated)
Now I’m so faded (Faded)
My house is gated (Gated)
All the designer I paid it (Paid it)
Backwoods I’m facin'
Bags I be chasin' (Chasin')
All my whips be stainless
Young and dangerous
Off the za I’m faded (Faded, faded)
Catch this .30 now he brainless (Brainless, brainless)
I don’t give a fuck shawty take it (Take it, take it)
Go so deep I break it (Break it, break it)
Yeah yeah hoe give me face bitch (Yeah)
Grippin' that stainless
Grippin' that stainless (Uh, woah)
In the booth at 3 A.M. I’m on the graveyard shift
I smoked too many Woods to the face not one of these songs a miss (Not one)
Gelato gas in my lungs make me reminisce (Got me thinking)
Poured two cups of dirty Sprite and now I got a lisp (Can't talk)
(Now I got a lisp)
(Now I got a lisp)
(Now I got a lisp)
(Now I got a lisp)