Round Bout Midnight - Blu, OH No, Blu, Oh No

'Round midnight the block right, drive around, tizzight

Ignite the flame (Flame) and put my brain in-flight

Sippin' on that get right 'cause I gotta get right

Gotta get rich but it probably won’t be tonight

My crew like to party, we don’t bother nobody

Just re-adjust the funk and get naughty

Servin' up bodies, emcees, bag a body

Bring her back to the hotel lobby where I’ll probably

Beat it up 'cause I can’t eat it up

Sip the drank in my cup, smoke the dank in my blunt

Gotta give her what she want even if it’s just for one

Night and I be on one right around midnight

You know the rapper’s delight is when I’m at her windpipe

And right after the fizzight is when the night get bright

Drove around the boule' lookin' for the hooker

'Bout to pull her if her breasts felt a little fuller

I’m 'round 'bout midnight ridin'

My name should be called, enshrined in

The hall of game, nigga, I’m always shinin'

Rap fast, slow bars, still stylin'

Trap stash, town car, seat linin'

Get paid decades, still rhymin'

Once young, never was a lame, now a wise one

Size 'em up, pile 'em up, keep risin'

We 'round 'bout midnight ridin'

When it gets this lit, can’t hide it

Huh, I told her she ain’t gotta ask me twice

I’m rollin', don’t give a fuck if it’s stolen

Make this night last forever like Keith Sweat

I want a slice of whatever you got crackin' in that Italian leather

That’s a heat check before I even adjusted my seat

You doin' donuts while the street’s wet

But I don’t trip, it’s essential

Just take off that slip differential

I see you got big potential

This lady driver’s one of my secret admirers

Elvira, she’ll put it on you, whatever you into

Blow your brains out, screamin' her name out

She’s one of my favorites

While I’m puttin' the flame across the blunt seams

It’s where I dream about miss thing

I wanna make that coochie Krispy Kreme

Make it skeet-skirt to extremes

Zero to sixty to the next light, sideways so it hurts

Beat it up 'til it burps, deep in the dirt naps

Mud flaps, feet first down there in the backwoods

Four women with the preacher’s daughter

Across the border with a creepy-crawler

I’m 'round 'bout midnight ridin'

My name should be called, enshrined in

The hall of game, nigga, I’m always shinin'

Rap fast, slow bars, still stylin'

Trap stash, town car, seat linin'

Get paid decades, still rhymin'

Once young, never was a lame, now a wise one

Size 'em up, pile 'em up, keep risin'

We 'round 'bout midnight ridin'

When it gets this lit, can’t hide it

Black the town out

Nightcrawler when it’s 'round 'bout midnight

Strike 'em like a roundhouse

Broads bad for me, but they down hard

Bougie, cash for me, trap stash, lookin' classy in a town car

And roll, niggas don’t eat escargot

Let’s light some charcoal and have a late night barbecue

Y’all know that niggas don’t smoke Marlboros

New-pimps, Camels and Kools

And now Diamond Swishers is the new Jewel

So baby, roll this blunt for me, comfortably

You havin' all these mood pieces 'cause you’re probably on your monthly

So what you want from me?

I’m like the pharaoh of this country

«I know», she said, «Just wanna get inside and roll»

I said «Let's mob», I know an after-hours we can hide in

Then knowin' after hours I would slide in

The homies laugh 'cause they know where I’ve been (Aha)

Too bad, though, we never tell

So no one knows the details of how the night went

I’m 'round 'bout midnight ridin'

My name should be called, enshrined in

The hall of game, nigga, I’m always shinin'

Rap fast, slow bars, still stylin'

Trap stash, town car, seat linin'

Get paid decades, still rhymin'

Once young, never was a lame, now a wise one

Size 'em up, pile 'em up, keep risin'

We 'round 'bout midnight ridin'

When it gets this lit, can’t hide it