Saturday

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Reverse Live] Got, bootlegs on my TV screen ah, barbeque on my EBT 'Till the side hustle got me up on easy street Pull strings for blue notes like BB King Your drunk uncle is back With some gats and a 30 rack stuffed in his back Slumping suckers when the sound of thunder come from my strap Pass the piece, the flame exchange hands like a juggling act Then y'all get thumped in the hat [Verse 2: Nán Fiero] Modelo for breakfast, I chase it with a Pabsts And compliment every pasta, like Lady in the Tramp Catch me faded in the back Raiders winning, celebrating like they champs Music free, but pay attention when we rap Got holes in my face, I'm young Jason with the mask They only on me 'cause I lie about scraping in that Jag A Golden State Warrior, yeah I'm Klay if he was fat And every single shot he took, had him shmaded on his ass [Chorus: Reverse Live] Said a day at the flix with a bottle of beer Matinee gettin' lit, while I follow the scenes Cabernet for your chick, got her all on her knees Catchin' brains from your bitch then I'm falling asleep [Chorus: Nán Fiero] Satuday gettin' yurnt with the homies in the bay At the lake gettin' burnt, just ignore it with a drink Catch a fade, held at gunpoint a 40 to the face Pack a base, smell that one joint that shorty wanna taste [Verse 3: Reverse Live] I weld a 40 like Excalibur, drunk on the park bench Don't know where my chalice went, king of the bottom Got my throne up where the madness is, always in a whirlwind Don't know how to balance shit, but hoes are rolling cannabis [Verse 4: Nán Fiero] Too normal for weirdos, too weird for the norm A take a tall can down before the beer get too warm Cheers get it torn, sippin' Pabst Blue that's my swag juice I'm saucy, I'm drippin' Rague when I pass through [Verse 5: Reverse Live] Box cutter dipped in Henny make a bitch back up Brick fist for the low, get your chin strap touched Get your top knocked, pick your wig back up 'Fore the whole world notice you a bitch ass, huh [Verse 6: Nán Fiero] Might kiss her on this cam, chillin' with this pretty chick She twisted off of Jack, I'm just wishin' we don't crash Young false promise, slash never not honest, uh Just disconnected from the world like the Amish [Chorus: Reverse Live] Said a day at the flix with a bottle of beer Matinee gettin' lit, while I follow the scenes Cabernet for your chick, got her all on her knees Catchin' brains from your bitch then I'm falling asleep [Chorus: Nán Fiero] Satuday gettin' yurnt with the homies in the bay At the lake gettin' burnt, just ignore it with a drink Catch a fade, held at gunpoint, a 40 to the face Pack a base, smell that one joint that shorty wanna taste