a day in the life

Lyrics

[Intro - Christ Dillinger] I could tell it ain't real when I look at the picture If that bitch broke, then I ain't gunna fix her [DJ Smokey Tag] Shadow rich gang just took your soul And you're never getting it back [Christ Dillinger Cont.] That nigga ain't the plug if he don't deliver Sippin' this drank and it's hurting my liver Instagram bitches come a dime a dozen [DJ Smokey Tag] Nuke Radio, we make your eardrums bleed [Christ Dillinger Cont.] I'm with the Shed and they fuck they cousin I fucked this bitch, I said DJ Smokey was my cousin Took one look at the plug, I couldn't trust him [DJ Smokey Tag] Warning, nuke music may damage your eardrums And hurt your soul [Verse 1 - Christ Dillinger] Walk in the trap, we ain't nickle and dime-ing You talkin' 'bout one of us, all of us sliding These niggas be mad 'cause they pockets declining I pour up a 3 and then I start reclining I pour up, I pour up, I pour up, I pour up! Sold a white bitch a Perc and she looked like [?] You see mad Louis V when I step in the door Louis V on my feet when you look at the floor They do what I do like they Mr. Mime This bitch don't want to fuck why she wastin' my time My wrist like the sun 'cause you know it's going to shine I can't argue with you if you wear Calvin Klein Kick the bitch out my crib, do that shit all the time Kick a bitch out the whip like Gucci in '05 Kick a bitch out the whip, Balenciaga size 9 I really don't got no time for these bitches I could tell it ain't real when I look at the picture If that bitch broke, then I ain't gunna fix her [DJ Smokey Tag] Shadow rich gang just took your soul And you're never getting it back [Christ Dillinger Cont.] That nigga ain't the plug if he don't deliver Sippin' this drank and it's hurting my liver Instagram bitches come a dime a dozen [DJ Smokey Tag] Nuke Radio, we make your eardrums bleed [Christ Dillinger Cont.] I'm with the Shed and they fuck they cousin I fucked this bitch, I said DJ Smokey was my cousin Took one look at the plug, I couldn't trust him [DJ Smokey Tag] Nuke radio [Christ Dillinger Cont.] I hate when the Perc guy give his opinion I'm wearing Rick we not twinning I really don't got no time for broke women If he spill my cup then I won't forgive him Balenciaga on not number 9 You ain't never see me wearin' Vlone My bitches can't wear Vlone You know she's not my bitch if she's wearing Vlone I ran up a check with no PPP loan Pop a, pop a bitch and get in the zone [Verse 2 - Acid Souljah] I got two different flows for two different types of shit I be making music, all I want is sellin' Percs to dumb white kids I sold this kid Robitussin, and he poured it up, and he sent me a pic That shit had me dyin' They lookin' for the source of the fent, bitch, I'm the one who went and supplied it I be makin' hits off the top bitch, I don't gotta do no fuckin' writin' I don't wanna talk if you ain't gettin' money bitch My circle wiped out like Hunter motherfuckin' Biden Chillin' with my custy, I just sold him rock, I ain't gunna lie, he look just like Hunter Biden I walk in this bitch flexed up, bitch I know I'm next up Coutin' big racks yeah, bitch I'm big Shaq-ed up STB in the club, ain't no one checkin' us, if you talkin' crazy 'bout me, you must be smokin' on some angel dust I call Xhris2easy up, that's my evil twin All you do is lose, and all we do is win We been comin' up 'cuz we stuck to the plan I walk in the mall, got a pocket full of bands I be in the kitchen, I'ma hit my cooking dance All my haters mad, I do shit that they can't Cops pull me over, then I gotta run away Bro I got like a million Xans I be driving fast switching lanes til they go away Drug dog come between me and my bands You a hoe I can see that shit like a hundred miles away We on the fields while y'all sitting in the stands [DJ Smokey Tag] Call the fire department, we just nuked the building