Texty:
Boys Night Out Get Your Head Straight

re gonna harvest. When I find out, I'm gonna promise to get my head straight. Get your head straight before it's too late. Get your head straight and

your brain against the wall Yeah, nigga naw, we learn to the side don't fall All y'all fuck boys, tuck toys inside your pants Just to pull it out, point

, four, better lock the doors Five, six, better load your clips Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate Nine, ten, we're out to kill again Straight from

me at the diner So you can bring your boys, we got ten cars behind us Order a steak, a glass of OJ to breakfast Hop in the car and head straight up Eighth Ave The night

me, it's just all the same (It's all the same) I'm outdoors, early mornin' sellin' this country crock Let's get this understood, gotta get me off the

all dese people keep on buyin and I'm feeling like I'm flying I ain't thinkin bout the door. [Dappy:] Yo Yo I'm feeling like a king head spinnin No more straight

can get 'til that ass get red You can get 'til that ass get red Bizarre you get him and him, Swift you get him and him I'll get him and him, leave

comin, Im comin with somethin lookin kinda throwed, Im comin down ridin with my partnas fuck a hoe, those hoes out to get ya for everything, but Im out

come Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun [Verse 1:] Usually the two would be Beside me when I cruise the street Blue your feet blue your seat He