Satruday Night - Torae

Saturday night in the crib chilling, watching the Knicks

Fourth quarter, up 25, Mel on his shit

Check an ad in my Instagram, scrolling through pics

Double D’s, double taps, shit it is what it is

Type starving got a hand full of menus, got to get me a bite

Something quick, something cheap cause my paper is tight

Thinking Domino’s, nah, something different tonight

Oh, what about the Chinese spot that I like?

Let me get a half chicken, fried rice on the side

Shrimp roll, mad duck sauce, and nothing with swine

«Deliver in 10 minutes», yeah he’ll be here on time

Forty-five minutes later, they was calling my phone

Answered it tight like «damn, son, what took you so long?»

Said «the driver at the door, bring enough for a tip»

«Too long, I ain’t tipping him shit» *click*

You know what I mean, see I wasn’t doing shit, I’m looking through the peephole

It’s not the normal dude

It’s like, shorty like curvy and all that, hold up

Crack the door, into my surprise, delivery chick was a dime

When I ordered breast and thighs, I was thinking with fries

Opened it wide, «come inside, let me get you this bread

That’s in the wallet in the room on my bed»

Walked to the counter, she put the bag of food on the edge

Walked to my room, looking back at it shaking my head

Thinking damn, wishing she was on the menu instead

Then the room door shut like «I heard what you said»

She was with it, I was with it, so off came the fitted

Like I was trying to deliver to you for a minute

I get it, now you’re gon' get it, she leaned back, jumped in the sack

Undid my zipper, laid me down on my back

By an hour into it, somebody calling her jack

Non-stop back to back like «you should get that»

Said «it's just Ping, my ex, the black belt, dude is obsessed

He probably followed me up to your address»

Yo what you mean, followed you to my address?

Like, like a black belt, like karate, like he nice with that shit?

Nah ma, you got to get the fuck out

Hold up, hold up, hold up

Kicked in the door, waiving the nunchucks

Bo staff and laughing, dude was type nuts

Tried to tell homie «I didn’t know your wife was a smut

No need to bust in my crib all wrecking my stuff»

Seen his lips move, but he never uttered a word

About 8 seconds later, this is all that I heard

«You Torae, you must pay

Kitty cat you slay, now under the ground where you must lay»

Got in a stance, two ninja stars in his hands

Threw them both in my direction, blocked them both with the plant

Kept coming, I start dumbing, never been a punk

But dude a karate master, hit him right in his nuts

Screamed «ahh!», leaned forward, an uppercut in his jaw

Foot swept him to the floor and threw him right out the door

Peeped shorty at my sight, she asked if I’m alright

I said «it's to be expected, it’s Saturday night»

«Up from the ground up son, you get the picture»

«Up from the ground up son»

«A veteran, I flow like I’m young, what»