Fredo Santana - Long Nights lyrics

[Hook] Long nights in the trap tryna get my bands up Pop a flat ain't no sleep I gotta got my bands up Plug hit me with a sack so I got my mans up All this white that I trap I gotta get my bands up [Verse 1: JuiceDaSavage] Imma dope boy n***a that's a trapaholic On my grind everyday so whatchu call it? Trap doing numbers so I be ballin Got plays for the fiends so they be callin 2 for 10 Sundays and they be coming Fell in love with trappin cus I was gettin money Gotta switch my number cus they tryna get me But I'm to smart for em so they can' trick me 10 racks up in my jeans I be straight swaggin Rollin all night lurkin tryna get this money Republican hit my line say he stay dumpin Caper boy say whats up he tryna hit a caper I told em line that sh** up cus that sh** ain't major At the end of the night I gotta get this paper At the end of the night I hit em with the vapor At the end of the night I gotta get my bands up [Hook] [Verse 2: D. Rose] And when I get my bands up Imma spend a f**in cut And he gone pick his mans up And they gone pick they mans up We be ridin in them trucks We be ridin in them trucks We gone spend another cut f** n***a's better duck Off loud got me stuck needa flat so I can bust I'm in the party so it buzz 4nem got a party bus They got pills, mollys and lean we pourin up And these b**hes on us, IG yea they bust Man I bling so don't touch got folks he gone torch On the blocks, in them cuts so don't throw no forks Take Fredo out that b**h (cut) and put me in that b**h A lotta sh** going on A lotta sh** going wrong So I roll me a blunt smokes go out that chrome I can't go home, thank god I'm home Free the guys till they get home It's a drill when they get home And folks I'm coming home And folks I'm coming to k** ya [Hook] [Verse 3: Cdai] Squad Late night on the block imma get my bands up If i catch his a** lackin imma wet his mans up Then its back up in that van (skurt) We outta there back out with a scope he dead he outta there They don't want no smoke They don't want these problems Come up on they block im the problem solver Ill get em gone Ill get em bad Toe tag on his a** get his a** bagged [Verse 4: Rondonumbanine] Cdai said "get em gone" so imma get em gone Run up in his home and put that chrome to his dome Leave folks alone (Leave Cdai alone) before I run in yo home (Run up in your f**ing home) It's a man down (It's a f**ing man down) And im never gonna make no sound (Rondo ain't talkin') That Glock nine go bow (babow) Rondo that's my town [Verse 5: Fredo Santana] Trap boy Trap boy Trappin like a fool Got Rondo with me so i ain't gotta carry the tool I'm the trap teacher n***a come to trap school Learn how to sell d** and learn how to move with the tool All the xanax and lean just coolin in the school If you run up then you stupid n***a Folks gone strap with tools Got a couple bricks left I just sold about a duece Wherever you at imma get them b**hes through Thinking I ain't with the sh** must be a god damn fool I got youngins with the sh** don't make the god damn news