Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Night Out, artist - Trizz. Date of issue: 08.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Night Out |
| When they gut it |
| Went down, cut up the body and then they took part of the body and they put it |
| in a ravine area underneath some branches |
| They took the head and the arms in a trash bag, threw it in the trunk of their |
| car, stopped at the McDonald’s drive thru because. |
| of course.they were very |
| hungry after all of this. |
| and then went to Black Hawk State Park and dumped it |
| in the man hole |
| After they did all of this. |
| right? |
| After they killed this girl, after they |
| tried to burn her body, after they cut her up, dismembered her, they smoked |
| some weed then they went to went right to McDonald’s and they ate |
| Swervin' and parkin' |
| We all on the street |
| Twisted Insane in the passenger seat |
| He told me I’m good when I come, that’s deep |
| I show him the same, if he come that’s b |
| Niggas got beef so we packin' some heat |
| Niggas is deep so we packin' the jeep |
| Who actually G |
| 'Cause we bout to see |
| Who really get active who down to go creep |
| Fucking with me and you’ll probably lose sleep |
| Having nightmares about me like Freddy and weep |
| Niggas got money but talkin' is cheap |
| You pay for protection, like bitches you weak |
| I go to a block and get love 'cause I’m me |
| You kissin' they ass 'cause you scared to get beat |
| I’m solo, I’m dolo 'n' hella discreet |
| Cross me like Jesus, get wrapped in the sheet |
| Pull up to functions, don’t show my ID |
| Just walk up like fuck it, they let me in free |
| Bitches be on us, they buyin' us drinks |
| They fuck with this G shit, they love how we speak |
| We take 'em on missions, you take 'em to eat |
| She holdin' my knife in her purse with the weed |
| We argue a lot but shit, that’s what I need |
| Fuckin we fuck 'til she weak at the knees |
| Bitch I don’t party, I’m posted with G’s |
| Smokin' on trees, drinkin' on E’s |
| R.I.P Caddy, my nigga OD 'cause he was that dope and was servin' emcees |
| Wanted for weed, b we family indeed |
| Call that the heart-shed and black when I bleed |
| Eyes bloodshot like I’m free-basin' speed |
| The devil be callin', I pick up and leave |
| These niggas be trippin', they comin' to get it |
| We bout to get active |
| It really can happen, It can get crackin' |
| Pull up and hop out with action |
| It can get tragic, wrapped up in plastic |
| Ashes to ashes |
| Put that bitch in the casket |
| This is my passion |
| I’m workin' this magic |
| These niggas be trippin', they comin' to get it |
| We bout to get active |
| It really can happen, It can get crackin' |
| Pull up and hop out with action |
| It can get tragic, wrapped up in plastic |
| Ashes to ashes |
| Put that bitch in the casket |
| This is my passion |
| I’m workin' this magic |
| Night time |
| Finna write rhymes full of endo |
| I be in the buggy, drinking, fucking where you motherfuckers pray to jesus |
| Oh, you niggas wanna get up on the Instagram and turn up into gangsters |
| That’s what make a demon come up and have to eat a nigga like he Reece’s Pieces |
| So they better get a hushing 'fore I get to busting pull up in the buck and |
| fucking use a BMX like DMX |
| I’mma real one |
| Homie do you want the one or when you pull a gun a nigga turn around and when |
| you get the funds taken |
| I’m looking for you with the homie and I’m on a ill one |
| Swerving |
| Living like a bunch of dots with two blocks and a couple thots trynna make a |
| movie |
| Smoking all your doobies, nigga that’s what I do |
| Telling everybody try you |
| You better think about it 'fore you get it any minute anyone could run up |
| Get up on you niggas like Ryu |
| I’m from the West Cost, out the California where the gangbangers like to hang |
| out |
| I don’t wanna hear a nigga wolfing, we’re gonna know who the fuck down |
| I’mma draw fool |
| Who gon be the one to roll the window down and blow his whole brains out? |
| All the bitch niggas get quiet when the real Gs come around |
| And that’s real shit |
| I’m a type of nigga that you wouldn’t even wanna deal with |
| Blood I’ll meet about a motherfucker talking, walk up in the house like, bruh |
| Goose |
| Ever since I was a kid, never be a nuisance |
| Gon do something |
| Have your momma identify the body like ugh |
| Your bitch is always actin wild and she always feeling like a blackened male |
| Walking barefoot under these palm trees |
| Mhm |
| Bitch living with the fiends |
| I’m like get the fuck away from me 'fore I lay you in concrete |
| Shit |
| Cali Godzilla |
| Never run up outta gas |
| Even my trash I just filla |
| They will run a nigga wrong and just give up |
| I’d be like fuck that nigga stay lit up |
| Racks, I’mma pass the life for these trees |
| Ignite then take flight, nigga that’s right I get key |
| Eyes bloodshot like a free-racing speed |
| They devil keep calling, I pick up and leave |
| Nigga |
| These niggas be trippin', they comin' to get it |
| We bout to get active |
| It really can happen, It can get crackin' |
| Pull up and hop out with action |
| It can get tragic, wrapped up in plastic |
| Ashes to ashes |
| Put that bitch in the casket |
| This is my passion |
| I’m workin' this magic |
| These niggas be trippin', they comin' to get it |
| We bout to get active |
| It really can happen, It can get crackin' |
| Pull up and hop out with action |
| It can get tragic, wrapped up in plastic |
| Ashes to ashes |
| Put that bitch in the casket |
| This is my passion |
| I’m workin' this magic |
| Ohh |
| Aye |
| Aye Twisted h-how you say that shit nigga h-how you do it |
| Brain |
| Ohh |
| Nigga |
| Break bread nigga |