"NIGHT BEAM" lyrics
D-Roc
Look
Night beam on the Taurus so I see the night clear, let's do it
Demons on the backseat for the lay night still
I got Dior shades on, they can't tell I'm full of pills baby
Let him play me wrong
He gon' get his ass killed baby
Say that he a rapper, he make songs boy, huh
Wrap the dope man, bitch
You ain't no dope boy
Bro'nem sliding stolen' cars
Tryna find a dead boy
4KTrey he bang that hard
Five this be that red squad
Pop out see my head hot
He left dead bodies laying inside the front yard
He be stollo poppin' and tryna find another car
He don't do no scamming, he just rather rob something
Fucking rappers rapping, bitch, I better not hot something
All the gangsters, put your hands up if you know you really shot something
Bitch, you know you ain't really like that, you can stop stunting
Look, youngin ain't even graduate from school
And he even dropped something
Youngin 'round here breaking all the rules, and they can't stop nothing (Bow)
When I put that burner on the fool, he better not try nothing
My nigga on that food, he tryna drive duckin'
Look, shorty fucking with me, she got a dude, say he ain't 'bout nothing
I don't text her back, so now she think it's about something
Look
Night beam on the Taurus so I see the night clear, let's do it
Demons on the backseat for the lay night still
I got Dior shades on, they can't tell I'm full of pills baby
Let him play me wrong
He gon' get his ass killed baby
Say that he a rapper, he make songs boy, huh
Wrap the dope man, bitch
You ain't no dope boy
Bro'nem sliding stolen' cars
Tryna find a dead boy
4KTrey he bang that hard
Five this be that red squad
Look
Night beam on the Taurus so I see the night clear, let's do it
Demons on the backseat for the lay night still
I got Dior shades on, they can't tell I'm full of pills baby
Let him play me wrong
He gon' get his ass killed baby
Say that he a rapper, he make songs boy, huh
Wrap the dope man, bitch
You ain't no dope boy
Bro'nem sliding stolen' cars
Tryna find a dead boy
4KTrey he bang that hard
Five this be that red squad
Pop out see my head hot
He left dead bodies laying inside the front yard
He be stollo poppin' and tryna find another car
He don't do no scamming, he just rather rob something
Fucking rappers rapping, bitch, I better not hot something
All the gangsters, put your hands up if you know you really shot something
Bitch, you know you ain't really like that, you can stop stunting
Look, youngin ain't even graduate from school
And he even dropped something
Youngin 'round here breaking all the rules, and they can't stop nothing (Bow)
When I put that burner on the fool, he better not try nothing
My nigga on that food, he tryna drive duckin'
Look, shorty fucking with me, she got a dude, say he ain't 'bout nothing
I don't text her back, so now she think it's about something
Look
Night beam on the Taurus so I see the night clear, let's do it
Demons on the backseat for the lay night still
I got Dior shades on, they can't tell I'm full of pills baby
Let him play me wrong
He gon' get his ass killed baby
Say that he a rapper, he make songs boy, huh
Wrap the dope man, bitch
You ain't no dope boy
Bro'nem sliding stolen' cars
Tryna find a dead boy
4KTrey he bang that hard
Five this be that red squad
