YS Brazyy - Every Other Night Lyrics

I'm smokin a quarter, we don't f*ck wit law n order
I don't wanna reach in my duffle, i chip it chip like ruffles
We shoot for the 4
If a nigga said he really want smoke then you know we'll give it to him
Big bro told me Neva talk your convo too long
Then I cannot dish it to him

I'm smokin a quarter, we don't f*ck wit law n order
I don't wanna reach in my duffle, i chip it chip like ruffles
We shoot for the 4
If a nigga said he really want smoke then you know we'll give it to him
Big bro told me Neva talk your convo too long
Then I cannot dish it to him

I fell in love with the coke nah I fell in love with the profit
I fell in love with the way that the money can't fit in my pocket
Think I ball like James harden, but I pass it on John Stockton
I fell asleep in a wraith and i drove into another province

I could never fly commercial or first class I fly private
Or I might just take a cruise ship to the islands like a pirate
I might travel wit my baby in a Mercedes come n find it
I might f*ck anotha lady have a baby n try to hide it

I might spend about 2 weeks in a trap house it's secluded
Only if you bout the gang gang and cash route you included
Me and devy we was plottin we was dreamin
We schemin
Brand new bitch every weekend
Big bro said shoot for the ceilin

I'm smokin a quarter, we don't f*ck wit law n order
I don't wanna reach in my duffle, i crunch him like ruffles
We shoot for the 4
If a nigga said he really want smoke then you know we'll give it to him
Bro bro told me Neva talk your convo too long
Then I cannot dish it to him

I'm smokin a quarter, we don't f*ck wit law n order
I don't wanna reach in my duffle, i chip it chip like ruffles
We shoot for the 4
If a nigga said he really want smoke then you know we'll give it to him
Big bro told me Neva talk your convo too long
Then I cannot dish it to him

Just need me some more
I'm wit da gang n we in da trap so leave me alone
Stop callin my phone momma I don't wanna come home
I can never be broke again, push a pack for the low

I came from a trap house to a mansion ain't nun
I turn nothin somethin, blooda you know how I'm bummin
I just need me some more liquor, I don't want her let my bro hit her
Money moves then imma go getta, she ain't f*ckin wit no broke nigga

I'm wit a bitch n she kinda bad, she bad to the bone
I don't need a scope nah send some bullets at ur dome
I fly wit the birds just give me the word I fly wit a chrome
N I really really love you but baby I ain't comin home
Oh no

I'm smokin a quarter, we don't f*ck wit law n order
I don't wanna reach in my duffle, i crunch him like ruffles
We shoot for the 4
If a nigga said he really want smoke then you know we'll give it to him
Bro bro told me Neva talk your convo too long
Then I cannot dish it to him

I'm smokin a quarter, we don't f*ck wit law n order
I don't wanna reach in my duffle, i chip it chip like ruffles
We shoot for the 4
If a nigga said he really want smoke then you know we'll give it to him
Big bro told me Neva talk your convo too long
Then I cannot dish it to him