Graveyard Shift - NJC, Léane

My goal

To be the best Michael (Best)

Not no Jackson

No Blackson (Nah)

No Jordan

No Tyson

And this bitch bitin' (Bite)

My diamonds they froze (Ice)

I’m wit' ya hoe

She givin' me brain (Woah)

It’s going insane (Woah)

I don’t know her name

She callin' me James (King)

She fuckin' wit' lames

I’m fuckin' wit' gang

'Cuz we gettin' paid

We hittin' them stains

Yeah just for ya chains

I ball in various ways (Yeah)

She clutchin' my Cartier frames (Cartier)

These hoes gettin' saved

These hoes gettin' slayed (Slayed)

I’m smokin' my zaza

It’s gas like some Mazda (Gas)

She callin' me Papa (Papa)

My boy got the choppa

Turn your brain into pasta

I got all these dollars (Dollars)

I’m fuckin' yo' mama

She my lady no gaga (Nah)

She coutin' my guala

I’m poppin' my collar (Yeah)

She got a ass imma beat it up

My foot on the gas imma speed it up (Woah)

Wit' my boys and we geeked up

Wit' ya hoes and they linked up

Sexy as fuck all inked up

Now we smokin' that green up (Woah)

Now we drinkin' that lean up (Drank)

Wit' my gang and we teamed up

(Now we drinkin' that lean up)

(Wit' my gang and we teamed up)

In the booth at 3 A.M.

I’m on the graveyard shift

I smoked too many Woods to the face not one of these songs a miss (Not one)

Gelato gas in my lungs make me reminisce (Got me thinking)

Poured two cups of dirty Sprite and now I got a lisp (Can't talk)

Hopped in the 'rarri I’m racin' (Skrt)

Smokin' on zaza Jamaican (Yeah)

Call me a doctor got patients (Huh)

Pass me a j imma face it (Face it)

Bitch I grew up so hated (Hated)

Now I’m so faded (Faded)

My house is gated (Gated)

All the designer I paid it (Paid it)

Backwoods I’m facin'

Bags I be chasin' (Chasin')

All my whips be stainless

Young and dangerous

Off the za I’m faded (Faded, faded)

Catch this .30 now he brainless (Brainless, brainless)

I don’t give a fuck shawty take it (Take it, take it)

Go so deep I break it (Break it, break it)

Yeah yeah hoe give me face bitch (Yeah)

Grippin' that stainless

Grippin' that stainless (Uh, woah)

In the booth at 3 A.M.

I’m on the graveyard shift

I smoked too many Woods to the face not one of these songs a miss (Not one)

Gelato gas in my lungs make me reminisce (Got me thinking)

Poured two cups of dirty Sprite and now I got a lisp (Can't talk)

(Now I got a lisp)

(Now I got a lisp)

(Now I got a lisp)

(Now I got a lisp)