Craig & Day Day

Lyrics

[Intro] You play too much Now, if I get in trouble with them, I'm— I gotta live here and you don't Don't be gettin' in it, you gon' get me in trouble Get out the way [Chorus] You put the police on niggas, you like Craig and Day-Day I gave that nigga weed back, that shit gave me a headache Nigga think he smokin' on 'za, that shit Wedding Cake I don't fuck with dog, why he think he gettin' a handshake? You got a plug, but you keep fallin' off, that's a damn shame I done ran up so many bands, they think I'm BandGang Bro was gettin' off with that— 'til the feds came Niggas get some money and change up, we is not the same [Verse 1] I'm sick wе gotta touch dog up, he went against the grain You should see what thеse grown niggas do for some fuckin' fame Bitch think I want some pussy from her, I just want the brain You gon' try to move with the bitch like that nigga Caine Johnny high as hell off them pills, them bitches man-made The pussy wack as hell, she got a very good head game I knew I hit dog, all I seen was a red stain My lil' nigga cut with that blick, he need a Band-Aid Your bitch came down, I beat her down in my man cave That money go quick, on my mama, nigga, you better save You signed a 360 rap deal, now your ass a slave Dog a shooter, back then, that nigga used to wave I'll bet everything in my pocket you can't duck this K I'ma always be a gettin'-money nigga, bro, I'm stuck this way Talkin' to myself, "Keep goin', don't never stomp your brakes" I just sold a nigga a whole pound that was all shake [Chorus] You put the police on niggas, you like Craig and Day-Day I gave that nigga weed back, that shit gave me a headache Nigga think he smokin' on 'za, that shit Wedding Cake I don't fuck with dog, why he think he gettin' a handshake? You got a plug, but you keep fallin' off, that's a damn shame I done ran up so many bands, they think I'm BandGang Bro was gettin' off with that— 'til the feds came Niggas get some money and change up, we is not the same [Verse 2] Told Loski stack that money up, fuck buyin' a chain Shot so many shots, ain't hit nobody, you got bad aim Two guns on me in the club, I feel like Max Payne Fuck a bustdown, I'm thinkin' about goin' to buy a plane Blew twenty bands out here travellin', hoppin' on planes Walk down on 'em with the Drac', shoot 'em close range I gave a fiend a dub the other day 'cause I ain't had change Told this bitch I'm tryna fuck, fuck the talking stage