Thief in the Night Lyrics – Ken Carson

[Intro]
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
(Wake up, wake up, F1LTHY, let’s get the motherfu*king money)
(Yeah, yeah)
Huh

[Verse]
Like a thief in the night, huh, come through, I’m stealing your b!tch, yeah
She wanna get piped (Let’s go), huh, I’m filling her up with the d!ck, yeah
Got Quag’ in the pint, huh, I don’t really fu*k with the Tris, yeah
Pull up on sight, huh, I don’t really think ’bout the dissing
This b!tch better listen, this b!tch better, yeah

I’m icing her wrist, yeah, I just met her, yeah
Should’ve checkеd the weather, ho can’t hold my swеater
My thotty pop out for these shows, huh, I’m so Margiela
Won’t catch me popping out for these hoes, they don’t deserve it, yeah
Tryna take her home from the club, she say that she was working (Yeah-yeah)
Me and gang just threw up dubs, we had them b!tches twerking
Pu*sy b!tch could’ve called us up, but I don’t think he worth it
She got piercings and tattoos, yeah
She don’t give no fu*ks ’bout what I do, she know I’m that dude, yeah
How could you count, you the one I give the racks to, yeah
She was the lighter to my fire, yeah, she super fuel
I fill her up (Huh-huh), I gas her up x
Them n!ggas talking, I never gave a fu*k (Huh-huh)
Look how she walking, you can see the ass from the front (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Don’t need a stunt double, I do my own stunts (Yeah-yeah)
I be rolling up X all month, crush the X up in my blunt, yeah
Got molly in my cup, yeah, I’m leaning on it, yeah, yeah
What you leaning on me for? I’m not yo’ kickstand
Won’t catch me out with these hoes, I ain’t fu*king on no fans
I’m sipping on dirty dan, my cup so dirty, yeah
Got a b!tch in San Fran’, feel like Brock Purdy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She pushing thirty, she said she a cougar
I don’t wanna hit b!tch, here go yo’ Uber, yeah
I’m not ’bout the bulls*it, I’m too up, yeah
B!tch don’t know I got gouda, I been counting cheese (Yeah, yeah-yeah)

We hitting like sumo wrestlers, she on her knees (Yeah-yeah)
She can get whatever she want from me, just gotta say please (Yeah-yeah)
These n!ggas ain’t got no stick, go grab me a board and hit me a kick flip (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Balmain the cut of my jeans, I’m fu*king your b!tch, I’m leaving a big tip (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m smoking out the pound, sixteen O’s, this the big zip (Yeah-yeah)
I’m having my boy with these hoes, I’m switching my flows, I’m booted off Percs and X (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I already fu*ked that b!tch, tell me, who next?, yeah
You don’t want the check, tell me, what’s the catch? (Yeah-yeah)
I’m the one who put those diamonds on yo’ neck
Diamonds and pearls, I gave you the world, yeah
Put a promise ring on your finger, you still not my girl, yeah
Cold outside, she said she want my sweatshirt, huh, but I’m not Earl
Upside-down cross, I got an odd future, yeah
This the love triangle, she in the middle, huh, we all mutual, yeah
Better pick a side, pu*sy b!tch, huh, you can’t be neutral, yeah
You look way too brazy, woah-woah, huh, I had the nuke