Everyday

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, every single day up out the week I'ma touch pape Yeah, I'ma touch pape Every, huh, yeah [Verse] Every single day up out the week I'ma touch pape All my new bitch designer real but her butt fake At the set tripping, Fogo de for my lunch break I don't beef with [?] with yo baby, I'ma fuck face Just last week, blew four hundred all on steak bites Shrimp fry his ass, all that talking like a great white Ain't shit wet, bro'll show you what his J like Told dukes that her son shining like the daylight Hundred 201s, I'ma slide like a [?] Strutting out of Somersеt wetter than a great lakе I'ma get the face from yo bitch while she face eighths Gang dangerous than a bitch, they don't stay safe Think he Superman? Get him blew and leave his cape red Got a [?] all a nigga know is chase bread I don't want shit from a bitch if it ain't head Hit you while you down, shooter making sure you stay dead Can't swim but I cannonballed in yo bitch guts In a gym, was putting shots up until I swished one Playing with my motherfucking cheese'll get you swissed up I got love for my gang members, they ain't switched up 2018, I was [?] tripping Vegan Ray Charles, boy, you don't see chicken Loubs with the glitter, boy, both feet glisten I'ma die rich and that's on me, nigga My dawgs got Dracs and Glocks, they some K-9s Dick sucked out, y'all niggas giving gay vibes Put the D on my Cali bitch like I'm Draymond Road tripping with this new BIN, crossing state lines Spin a Hellcat, fuck around and leave the street hot Spot and I got her, lil' bitch gon' let me beat box All this damn za in the air, I need to detox Bro don't got no drip, he'll stomp you in some Reeboks Setting plays up three deep, fuck a big huddle Bougie lil' bitch, she'll never touch a McDouble Looking down, all I see is yo bitch and spit bubbles Real sack chaser, I'll fuck around and blitz on you Bitch, you gotta know I'm 'bout a bag like I'm DB You don't get no pass on my block, we some DBs I don't work, I get scam money, I like free cheese SBDSM, bitch, we only three deep I'm a ShittyBoy, she gon' fuck off the punchlines Fighting on ice skates, all I know is punch slides We got hit sticks tucked, you could never rush mine I can't spend less than a blue when it's lunchtime Thinking 'bout a bag, lil' bitch, not about you Virgil on the tee but Dior did my house shoes Told my shooter, "Chill, they gon' fuck around and scout you" Twenty-five [?] I'm chasing cheese, how a mouse do Only thing a bitch could get from me is the fuck on Tryna get up with us? That'll get you dunked on All hustle, at this point, I really think my luck gone Think I'm beating fat hoes up, how I touch rolls [Outro] Sunday, I'ma touch pape, huh, Monday, I'ma touch pape, huh Tuesday, I'ma touch pape, yeah, Wednesday, I'ma touch pape, huh Thursday, I'ma touch pape, bitch, Friday, I'ma touch pape, yeah Saturday, I'ma touch pape, yeah, bitch, I can't get enough today Shit