Day Shift

Lyrics

[Intro] (Skrt, skrt) (Tripp3 on the beat, boy) Ayy, pour that up Nigga, roll that up Ayy, pick that up, pick that up Let's go [Chorus] I took the racks in the middle, we aim at your temple (This is plugg music) Young nigga, we not one to play with I get the racks all day Buss juugs like I work a day shift I'm in the spot like a bachelor Niggas be amateur, I'm a veteran Ain't have to call no doc' for no script, pourin' up some of the medicine [Verse] Ayy, got a bad bitch, she so soft and so gentle She gotta booty, thin waist like a pencil You can't fuck with me, must be on that Fentanyl Cashin' out, cashin' out, cashin' out, cashin' out Lil' niggas we at, these lil' niggas is brittle The bullets in this gun look like some missiles Separated from the broke, I separated from the fake I separated from the hate, me and racks, we intangible Go get some money, that's just what you better do I give my shooter a band or two, he gon' come after you Ate in the trenches with some criminals I'm catchin' flights in different terminals The shit that I stand on not bendable Digital dash in the whip touch screen (Skrt, skrt) I got 'em goin', they all off a bean She take it, she eat it, the dick she won't eat it These niggas be broke, think they paraplegic You give me a 'bow and I give you a feature (Tripp3 on the beat, boy) You give me a 'bow and I pass you a ho Just like Santa, I stay by a pole This juug shit, shit, just all that I know Shoot at that boy, he call the fo'-fo' (This is plugg music) Too many minders, that's all that she wrote Drip on my body, I'm fresher than soap I hang with the realest, you know that bullshit, it won't go Ayy, stackin' up cash, need more If I need reinforcements, call up 44 Like your bitch, Glock gon' blow Put on my ice, catch a cold, man I'm with the gang, got no friends I'm with them boys 'til the world end Pourin' up some of that kick stand These niggas ain't havin' ten bands I put the Glock in my right hand I pass the Glock to my right man Pullin' up, ending the light, man My diamonds do all of the fightin' [Chorus] I took the racks in the middle, we aim at your temple Young nigga, we not one to play with I get the racks all day Buss juugs like I work a day shift I'm in the spot like a bachelor Niggas be amateur, I'm a veteran Ain't have to call no doc' for no script, pourin' up some of the medicine [Outro] Skrt, skrt Tripp3 on the beat, boy This is plugg music