Another Late Night (feat. Lil Yachty) Song Lyrics

(Grow up, nigga)
Grrah, grrah, ayy
This lil' Drizzy reppin' 'Crete, ayy
My brother Capo from the way, he from the street, ayy
Wanna fuck with me? Well, baby, I'm discreet, ayy

Ayy, thinkin' 'bout this pill I took, pillow talkin'
Shawty ran some Dillon Brooks, can't believe this nigga talkin', damn
My bank account is magnolia, Milly rockin', ayy
Weirdos in my comments talkin' 'bout some Millie Bobby, look
Bring them jokes up to the gang, we get to really flockin'
Or send a finger to your mama in some FedEx boxes
Open up that shit, it's jaw droppin', really shockin', ayy
I ain't pretty flacko, bitch, this shit get really rocky, ayy, what? Damn, what?

Dirty how I did him in the Wraith, what? Say
She actin' Hollywood, this ain't L.A., no way
She a pretty little lie, like she Shay, but that's bae
Long as she don't lie to me, then it's okay