Give her back shots 'til her back hurt (Back shots)
Thumb through the money 'til my hands hurt (Cash out)
Wanna go on a date? You gotta dance first (Yah, yah)
Take it to the paint, I gotta slam first (Yah, yah)
She be actin' stiff with the booty (On God)
Feelin' like I'm Biggie rockin' Coogi (On God)
Draco make you put up that lil' Uzi (On God)
I don't want no features, **** groupies (Straight up)
Pass her to the gang, quarterback sneak (Quarterback sneak)
I was 'In my feelings,' now it's, "Fuck Kiki" (Worried 'bout)
Let lil' Tip hit that bitch, on GP (Straight up)
Smokin' gas, ****, I re-up at the BP
Five foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die)
Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)
Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice)
She don't like FaceTime, she would rather Skype
But I'm out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Yeah, I'm out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)
Yeah, you workin' hard (Hard)
And I see you (I do)
And your bills late (Late)
And your rent due (Yeah)
And you never need a man to defend you (Straight up)
You already pissed off, on your menstrual (Straight up)
And you been through (Yeah)
'Cause he been through (Yeah)
You a star player (Star)
And he benched you (Yeah)
In your corner, I'd never go against you (On God)
Bought a foreign, now it's friends wanna text you (Straight up)
You got off late (Late)
And you worked out (Worked)
You ain't stunt his baby mama 'cause she burnt out (Burnt)
You got rid of him and made sure that we worked out (Facts)
So I put a hunnid racks in your purse now (Racks)
Five foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die)
Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)
Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice)
She don't like FaceTime, she would rather Skype
But I'm out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Yeah, I'm out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)
Damn, damn
Huh
P-pardon my lateness, this beat hittin', slap
After take one, then just run this shit back
Say La Flame hot, no, I'm hotter than that
Told you before, know this is deeper than rap
We been up, up in the cap, no cap
Just bought the block where they didn't want me at
Just threw a fest across from the tracks
Tried to take my world, but I got the bitch back
My heart in this, little heart attack
Runnin' this shit 'til cardiac
Not far from this shit, gon' find me at
Flame, Flame, La Flame
Walk in my closet, she tryin' on pieces
She wanna bling blaow for the evening
Up at the top and still plottin' and scheming
City of angels, we watch for the demons
Out of the window, we countin' the seasons
Three nights in The Forum for the kids, gotta feed 'em
They open pits up without even speakin'
It's been some tension, but can't rock the wave
Let the coupe roller coast
Get the fuck out my way (Yeah, yeah)
It will start making sense I guess when I get older
For now, 'cause they cold, I got ice, they get colder
I run through the H, keep an 1/8th when I go there
Don't break out Moët 'cause I'm lit if I'm sober
Don't mean that I'm slippin' and slidin' on this shit
She wanna go out for the night, I'm with it
Yeah

Writer(s): 21 Savage, Jacques Webster II, Ahmar Bailey & Carlos Santana.