[Intro]

And now for something a little different

[Chorus]

Up all night like we working out the night shift

Live till five and you know I'm boutta kill this 5th

Up all night like we working out the night shift

Every night, and we puffing on that gods gift

Up all night like we working out the night shift

Live till five and you know I'm boutta kill this 5th

Up all night like we working out the night shift

Every night, and we puffing on that gods gift

[Verse 1]

Put in work night and day, oh yeah I always grind

In the booth, on this bowl, on these girls of mine

I'll stay up and right a hook she won't forget

Smash all night and it puts her out just like cigarette

You can't keep up don't even try

Right off the bat I'm waving bye

I'm hauling dick, this crazy shit would fatigue or tire any guy

Yeah, Wiess is always high and your chick is always down

We up all night in the day we sleeping sound

Pass that shit, go round and round

And me and my crew we spoke pound to pound

Fucking with a girl who's prettier than me

Start the beat, count down from three

Remember them fools ain't fuck with me

Yeah shit kinda hurt but I ain't take a knee

I'd flip the (flip the) bird, but that fingers occupied

'Cause you ain't gone make her bust and I'm more than qualified

Rule 1: No mercy

Rule 2 is no forgiveness

And unfortunately for you, Rule 3 is leave no witness

Can't be scared, can't afford that type of luxury

'Cause I take em taken girls, and I talk mad shit, that fuckery

Every night and every morn and I roast some bowls with Colv or Busta

Slow roast a snap, we got all night, no need to fucking rush ya

Load sativa, take an upper, stay up, oh yeah I might

Sleep all day the next day 'cause we been staying up all night

[Chorus]

Up all night like we working out the night shift

Live till five and you know I'm boutta kill this 5th

Up all night like we working out the night shift

Every night, and we puffing on that gods gift

Up all night like we working out the night shift

Live till five and you know I'm boutta kill this 5th

Up all night like we working out the night shift

Every night, and we puffing on that gods gift

[Verse 2]

(Coughs) What is this? It's that gods gift (Aye)

Out her crushing comp, and you know I'll make el banko

Gonna keep up when this shit fucking drop? Nah I don't fucking think so

Favorite son, favorite grandkid, and you know I'm the favorite cousin

Got a feeling when this shit drops I'm your favorite all the sudden

To think I'm fucked with now, yeah that shits about to change

Yeah, overnight 'cause I been up all night making this shit sound amaze

If I ain't up getting lit, than I'm up doing my shit

'Cause work comes first till I'm up in a hearse, when will I fucking quit?

Put in hours, drop a beat or two in no fucking time

Bring a mic, I'll drop some vocals for you on the fucking dime

[Outro]

Aye, aye, aye, that rights

Aye, aye, aye, that rights

Mmm, yeah

Yeah, yeah, thats right

Aye, aye, aye

Whoop, whoop, aye

Whoop, whoop, aye

Whoop, whoop, aye

Hahahaha, it's just too easy