Tuesday

Lyrics

[Intro] (Babe, wake up, Duwap posted) [Verse] I be wit' the thugs Yes, I'm doin' drugs Your bitch ass could get a slug Yes, my cup is filled up Yes, my cup is filled up Yeah, I think I got a deal Yeah, I got her like [?] Think you better move right 'fore yo bitch ass get fucked up Goin' up Tuesday night, goin' up in the club If I ain't had this designer shawty probably woulda dubbed Woulda fucked yo bitch ass, man, she prolly wit' a thug I'm highly off these drugs 'Member I was a bum Man, I ain't have a crumb And you ain't have a clue what the fuck I went through Nigga, how I went dumb Bitch, I'm from the slums You sleep on me, stay slump, yeah K wit' a pump, yеah Put you in a trunk, yeah I'm in her camera roll so shе put me in a dump, yeah I just wanna love you, let you hold my forty At the shootin' range, babygirl, you could record me Got me a bankroll, gave some to the bros And you fuckin' wit' them other ho's [?] Yeah, baby, I throw up the fours Took the tag off yo clothes Ridin' 'round, wit' a fuckin' snub nose Bitch, I'm Mr. Sell Out Shows My nigga trapped in wit' the bowls Trap hard, throw his ass an elbow She never seen this shit before She shakin' ass, she know how to get low I fell in love wit' her soul Not a stripper but I stay wit' a pole Facebook, she tryna get poked Gon' get popped, keep bein' a troll