Night Time Lyrics – FattMack

Read the full Night Time lyrics by FattMack from the album Mr. Did It By Hisself 3 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Fattmack’s music, you can also explore Ride Out and Burn, two other songs by Fattmack.

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Used to be looking for your name every phone call, but I don’t now
Baby, you with me when s*it going right, leave me when s*it going down
Shawty a , so I only need one night, I don’t really wanna waste her time
When the sun go down, I’m clutching my gun tight, n!ggas get shot in the nighttime
I pick up the phone, now somebody else died, that s*it normal where I’m from
‘Fore I step out the door, you know I’ma grab my fire, you know I’m making it back home
You know I’ma get rich or die trying, if rap don’t work, I’m buying a flip phone
I’m tryna put these pills down, if I don’t, then I’m not gon’ live long

[Verse]
My daughter, she was rich before she even turned a year old
Popped a Xan last night, woke up this morning, I was still loaded
Twin put on a cape tryna save that b!tch like he a hero
He got his heart broken, but we on 30s, so he still rolling
Yeah, I’m high, but I’m still focused, telling lies, that s*it real bogus
Can’t get high on the block ’cause now I’m at the top, but the s*it get real lonely
Running from my problems, getting high, but I’m still getting real money, yeah
I’m a real junkie, I’m not in love with pills, but I feel like pills love me
Kids, say no to drügs, this s*it ain’t good even though I still do it
If I don’t check my breathing, see no drank, then I ain’t gon’ feel good, yeah
I’m tryna pay these bills, I need you to chill, can’t think when we into it
I tell you ’bout yourself and it make me mad when your ass still do it (Yeah, on God)

[Chorus]
Used to be looking for your name every phone call, but I don’t now
Baby, you with me when s*it going right, leave me when s*it going down
Shawty a , so I only need one night, I don’t really wanna waste her time
When the sun go down, I’m clutching my gun tight, n!ggas get shot in the nighttime
I pick up the phone, now somebody else died, that s*it normal where I’m from
‘Fore I step out the door, you know I’ma grab my fire, you know I’m making it back home
You know I’ma get rich or die trying, if rap don’t work, I’m buying a flip phone
I’m tryna put these pills down, if I don’t, then I’m not gon’ live long