Tomorrow

Lyrics

[Intro: LoLife Blacc & Jay Fizzle] Its LoLife Yeah (Fizzle) Motherfuckin' Blacc Whole lotta guns, whole lotta bowls (Beware When Lil Mister Cookup) [Chorus: Peewee Longway & Young Dolph] I met the plug today, I bet I rob his ass tomorrow (yeah) Sent a hunnid bags overnight, them bitches come tomorrow (what) Gonna sell that pussy, Memphis put them bands on a car I just met the plug today I bet I rob his ass tomorrow (hey hey hey) Took a hunnid to my jeweler went and spent it on some water (whoa) 20 missed calls, bitch I call you back tomorrow (bitch) I can't drive it if it don't come with a supercharger Put 50 in the air, that bitch won't step out tomorrow (uh huh) [Verse 1: Jay Fizzle & LoLife Blacc] I can't serve the nigga, watch I'll rob his ass tomorrow (fuck him) I can't fuck that bitch if she don't look like a model (nah) 15 from Toronto, I ain't talking Vince Carter (they gone) The work came soft, watch I'll turn this shit harder (uh, uh) Gang gang with the kid, boot you up like a charger I was raised if you fuck that bitch you better charge her Got niggas catchin' crip KC like the Dodgers Watch out for them jag boys, they might come and rob you Fizzle grape street, Lolife a rollin' 60 crippa I bought my first brick, fucked it up, made the next one triple The night, she gone suck the dick, tomorrow you let her kiss you I sent that box on Saturday, shit, tomorrow they gone get them [Chorus: Peewee Longway,Young Dolph & Lolife Blacc] I met the plug today, I bet I rob his ass tomorrow (yeah) Sent a hunnid bags overnight, them bitches come tomorrow (what) Gonna sell that pussy, Memphis put them bands on a car I just met the plug today I bet I rob his ass tomorrow (hey hey hey) Took a hunnid to my jeweler went and spent it on some water (whoa) 20 missed calls, bitch I call you back tomorrow (bitch) I can't drive it if it don't come with a supercharger Put 50 in the air, that bitch won't step out tomorrow (uh huh) (motherfuckin Blacc) [Verse 2: LoLife Blacc] I sippin' out 16 zips, I sell yo ass 16 zips If you want a load, then go hit the road, yo ass gotta take this trip Fizzle grape street, a neighborhood Crip Rollin 60s, 2 30 round clips Sold 'em, 448 to a zip If I fall in love, you gotta tip White truck reach out for the package Numbers solo, I sell out of that pandage She gon Saturday, then Sunday Feel like damn Lolife they were mad They like Frank Lucas turnt out on magic I keep servin my junkie he demanding MPA, PRE, who the fuck want smoke, want static Your auntie keep asking for credit Said she'll pay me back tomorrow The trap don't do credit or debit So we don't do fronts or bowls No wait on three day shipping Overnight, so it will be there tomorrow (come get it) Met a plug, took em all today Sorry Lo couldn't wait until tomorrow (hah) [Chorus: Peewee Longway & Young Dolph] I met the plug today, I bet I rob his ass tomorrow (yeah) Sent a hunnid bags overnight, them bitches come tomorrow (what) Gonna sell that pussy, Memphis put them bands on a car I just met the plug today I bet I rob his ass tomorrow (hey hey hey) Took a hunnid to my jeweler went and spent it on some water (whoa) 20 missed calls, bitch I call you back tomorrow (bitch) I can't drive it if it don't come with a supercharger Put 50 in the air, that bitch won't step out tomorrow (uh huh)