Bài hát: What A Night - Gentleman's Vibe

(Verse One – Justin)
This the type of *** we vibin’ to
Type of *** we smoking to
Ain’t no one going home til’ 6 so after work come make it through
Like w’sup, it’s on us ‘cause they just paid the crew
Like who’da thought that now my boys and I be poppin’ off like all the pills she’s taken
Yung North 808’s knockin’ cause the hotel vacant
Turn it loud, we’ll zone out on that loud, GMV til I die, now they fucks with the sound bruh
Bruh, I could see past all the hard talk, like we’ve gone ‘soft’, they just can’t compete with these heartthrobs
Snatch your current bae, love her lights out like she Yonce’
Yung Villz, too slick like Pomade
So we just straight pour it like the city outside
Feels like we on tour ‘cause every evening is live
So good, bruh we straight, we alright, roll one up, roll it tight
The next morning we’ll say “What a night, what a night”

(Verse Two – Neal)
I’m rollin swishers in the kitchen, swear I see the vision
It’s GMV til’, swear we kill it with precision
Executive decisions, Cali’s still the mission
And all the homies on from all the whiskey we been sippin’
Pour me more, I’ll sip it straight
I’ve grown accustomed to the taste, I’m feelin’ great
So pour me more, I’ll sip it straight
I’ve grown accustomed to the taste, I’m feelin’, I’m feelin’
I’m feelin’ like I need to roll one and light it
Just feel it, don’t fight it, the homie Cyrel, swear he rolls it the tightest
We smoking Vancouv purp, swear we rollin’ the finest
We got our brothers beside us, it’s like we got an alliance,
And we just straight pour it like the city outside
Feels like we on tour ‘cause every evening is live
So good, bruh we straight, we alright, roll one up, roll it tight
The next morning we’ll say “What a night, What a night”

(Verse Three – Justin)
Need a light? Just smoke and sip that drink baby
Later I’ll work that thang baby
Slow jams, I’ll make you sing baby
Okay, don’t take your eyes out of my sight
I know that you’re tired of all of these fellas, I’ll make an impression
Tomorrow you’ll say “What a night, what a night”
What a night, what night we had
Oh, like ***, got me saying ‘***’, made you arch your back
Made it bend like ‘whoa’, keep it true, no lie, keep it gold
North boy, so my bitch keep it cold

(Verse Four – Neal)
Pack that bowl, keep one rolled, Yung Zaabz straight spitting you that De La Soul How he so deadly with that laid back flow? ***, this *** is heavy boy, that’s all I know
Wheat timmy’s and some ripped raw denim, getting ripped, Yung Villz taking rips off that bong
Time flies while my gold Nixon ticks, when we kick it with the clique, y’ already know it’s on
Yeah it’s on boy, boy, boy it;s on widdit? Swear yo bitch yeah she so widdit
Cuffing season, cuff yo chick before she catch feelings, high like ceilings
She ride like civics, this blunt so twisted like word
Givin’ her what she deserves, then she give me that dessert like woop!
And she coming back for seconds, she already know what’s good ‘cause I make her finish first