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lirik lagu lil sixshotta - in the night

[intro]
(mally mall)
yeah, ayy, ayy…
b~tch, we back outside, n~gga—what the f~ck goin’ on?
(sixshotta!)
slime talk, gun bark—let’s go, let’s go (hah!)

[chorus]
black truck creepin’ through the lights, i don’t give a f~ck (skrrt!)
b~tch in the back got ass out, sippin’ out double cups (lean!)
ridin’ with straps like we goin’ to war, we don’t knuckle up (boom boom!)
.40 with a beam, he blink wrong, get his bubble bust (grrrah!)
b~tch, i’m ruthless, iced out toothless, f~ck a chain
my youngin’ spin for clout, then brag about it on his page (facts!)
i got cash in my mattress, and coke in the attic (woah!)
she said my d~ck toxic, now her homegirl’s an addict (dumb ho!)
n~ggas get shot tryna step in my lane—who the f~ck said we matchin’? (no way!)

[verse 1]
woke up, poured codeine in my cereal, i ain’t even blink (nah)
n~ggas want smoke, we don’t tweet—just pull up, let it sink (baow!)
hundred round drum on the seat, that b~tch sound like a beat (boom boom boom!)
i’m in her mouth like veneers, she love when i cheat (haha!)
still got crack residue in my hoodie from 22
still tote a stick like i’m blind—f~ck peace, i want war signs (let’s go!)
she bad but broke, b~tch can’t even afford fries (broke ho!)
i’m strapped like a soldier, still fin’ my old guys’ wives (savage!)
whole team icy like we came out the freezer
n~ggas be rats—i peeped that sh~t through the teaser
she love a thug, i beat the box in my beater
i hit and dash, you cuffin’ hoes like a preacher (stupid!)
[chorus]
black truck creepin’ through the lights, i don’t give a f~ck (f~ck!)
b~tch in the back got ass out, sippin’ out double cups (double!)
ridin’ with straps like we goin’ to war, we don’t knuckle up (nah!)
.40 with a beam, he blink wrong, get his bubble bust (boom boom!)
b~tch, i’m ruthless, iced out toothless, f~ck a chain (f~ck it!)
my youngin’ spin for clout, then brag about it on his page (facts!)
i got cash in my mattress, and coke in the attic (yeah!)
she said my d~ck toxic, now her homegirl’s an addict (too late!)
nas get shot tryna step in my lane—who the f said we matchin’? (no one!)

[verse 2]
hunnid bands dirty like my cup—b~tch, i’m still sippin’ (still!)
hit a l!ck for 80 racks, now my trigger finger itchin’ (itch itch!)
she suck like a pro, i ain’t even need no tension (dumb sl~t!)
hopped in the coupe, v12 with no limit—percy miller livin’ (ughh!)
i’m from the jungle, we trap out a church
shooters on deck, leave his whole block hurt (boom!)
designer my b~tch, glock tucked in her purse
she set up a opp, now he ridin’ in a he~rs~ (d~mn!)
talk that talk, i walk that k!ll
this sh~t real, i shoot for thrill (baow!)
i don’t do threats, just fire that steel
nas play tough, but they cry when it’s real (weak ass!)
late night creepin’ in my zone 5 hoodie
chain so cold make her cum off lookin’ (brrr!)
said she hate nas but love me fully
now she call me “god,” and i ain’t even holy (amen!)
[chorus]
black truck creepin’ through the lights, i don’t give a f~ck (skrrt!)
b~tch in the back got ass out, sippin’ out double cups (lean!)
ridin’ with straps like we goin’ to war, we don’t knuckle up (boom boom!)
.40 with a beam, he blink wrong, get his bubble bust (grrrah!)
b~tch, i’m ruthless, iced out toothless, f~ck a chain
my youngin’ spin for clout, then brag about it on his page (facts!)
i got cash in my mattress, and coke in the attic (woah!)
she said my d~ck toxic, now her homegirl’s an addict (dumb ho!)
nas get shot tryna step in my lane—who the f said we matchin’? (no way!)

[outro]
(ayy, lil sixshotta, b~tch!)
y’all n~ggas ain’t really outside, you heard me?
big steppin’, mask on, glock drawn
we don’t argue—we just get the job gone (boom boom boom!)
rip to the fake ones, long live the slime
back in the night, one shot, now he flatline—pow!

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