Jeden Tag

Lyrics

[Intro] (Hoppin' out my whip, and I'm Parked Up!) (X10) (Scratch mixed it) Heh, look [Verse] Latex on, this ain't safe sex, hun (Nah) I was rollin' 'round, strapped in a baitest one (Bap) And bro-bro had to change next one Cah a grey Astra made the paigons run (Oh, shit) And the pigs, even they clocked on Grip sticks, roll it with a blade, got long Call me Slick Rick, I was tryna shave up dons Now, it's click-click, tryin' to get you shaped up gone Broke boy, get your cake up (Ahuh) Get some page cut, or get a day job (Some work) And you know I'm stayin' gang, I won't say much (Say less) I'ma eat up your food, get my way up in meth (Finesse) Got a blade tucked, lеave your strip taped up (Khalas) Merry bеrry in the trap, I just bake off (For the cash) Stuck gun, they all race off (Flash) And if you face off, I'm tryna take his face off (Yey, crash) You got a wap, right? (Ahuh) You gotta act right (Heh) And if I ever see an opp then it's that time (Oh, shit) Bro got locked in the box for a trap line (Free him) It's all nuts, he was tryna make his tag time I still drill in the field, I'ma slap mine (Bap) Rinse the kid, tryna make a nigga flatline (Packed) Shit's fucked, it should matter about a black life Still make a black brother wear a black tie, it's that life (Look) I was in a B-cap, now, I'm with a B cat (Heh) G-packs, I'ma make him relapse Jugging in a jailhouse, I was sellin' sheets, akh Quick handshakes, so the screws didn't see that (Quickly) Where to? Roll it with my seat back Check the rear view, thinkin' "Fuck a TPAC" Two, they want my cell closed, tell 'em "I don't need that" I like my bread toast, they won't let me heat that Ain't no Cardi B WAP, it's a nine milli (Bap) If I put it in your lap, would you ride with me? (Huh?) Jump on road just to die, silly And them niggas never rid, tell my niggas "Just don't lie to me" My killy, if I die, help my mom out (Heh) And then bring a gun out (Real shit) Niggas just scream RIP 'cah they're done out My nigga got touched, I was shocked what we got out Big ting (Brr), I'll do time, or I'll die for my siblings Let me get an incling There's any opps chillin'? We'll slide through and pill 'em (HSQ) Roll with a smoke, tryna bill him (Shoot) It's peak if I ever get his billin', I'll drill him up Sweets, I got cavity teeth, it needs fillin' up (Bap) Still tryna stack up my P's 'til they ceilin' up (Bro) I just spoke to a fiend, said he's clean, and phoned back Four, three, and one, shit's fucked, I'll still serve him Seaside, line building up, I need workers, I'm hirin', heh This shit's tirin' (It's long) I don't know why it's me they're admirin' I jump in a whip with a firin' and firin' (Bap) Or I'm tightenin' my [?], it's a street life (What happened?) Ain't no sweet life, no Cody or Zack with the G tag My co-d will slap (Hitsquad), did the heat rise? Then phone for a pack, get a 3-5 Weed like it's nuttin', smoke 'til I'm coughin' Bro, what's the angle? Bro told me "Nuttin'" And he knows we ain't stoppin', if anything pops off Would've been brown bread if bro lets the dots off (Oh, shit) Switch off the SIM card just in case cops watch I've been playin' Hopscotch (Switch it), numbers and hot spots (Heh) I see an opp, oh, shit, I'ma dump off (Bap) Eldest son, so I gotta grind nonstop (Yey)