Different Day
LeeBoy on the track
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, wo-o-woah-woah, oh, oh (Top Shotta)
I been goin' since y'all (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, woah-oah)
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, wo-o-woah-woah, oh, oh
Ayy, I wrote a love letter to a bitch
Tore it, then I ripped it up
Been a long time lookin' for love, but I'm givin' up
If I ain't hard on a bitch that mean that I don't give a fuck
Emotionally scarred by my past, I think I'm outta luck
I need love, so she hit me different when bitches start trippin'
All these drugs in my body, tryna cope, this pain I'm feelin'
See, these slugs in my mouth when I smile, but I feel empty
And for the love, for my child I ain't blow the brain out my fitted
I don't want the hoes and dime-a-dozen
Just want one bitch for me
How you go from ridin' like you love it?
Now you sayin, "Fuck me"
We be scared to open up to each other, so we have troubles
Two different worlds, you a queen, but I'm comin' straight out the gutter
Back in the days, I was plottin' a bag, you would have to have it
I changed my ways, I was thuggin' and ratchet somethin' like a savage
When I'm smashin', you be scratchin' my back and you wet the mattress
Now you changin', what's the tactic?
I'm askin' you, "Where we stand?"
Big Drac', seventy-five when it spray
Big rank, we gon' boost the murder rate
Weed stank, I blow this bitch to the face
Shit same, but it's just a different day
Excuse me for the shit I do but I'm just lost at heart
You see a nigga tryna love you but you make it hard
You left me in the dark, departed, ripped my soul apart
So when I need, someone to talk to, who I'm gonna call
Send a diss, we killin' back
Fuck that bitch, he been a rat
The opp for that, bitch stated facts
Free BG, we want him back
Rap nigga but I'm posted in the trap
With the sack like I'm a dope boy
Fuck a Hellcat, fuck a scat pack
Put it up, I want a Rolls Royce
Tryna get this trap jumpin'
Nigga play with the dope, I'ma roll 'em up
Niggas thinkin' I'm a no-show
But I blow, I'ma have to show 'em up
Judgin' me up in the comments
Swear to God, they don't even know us
Ever see a nigga comin' for me in the sky, he gon' go up
Never wrong for what I say, I react, on how I be treated
How I'm wrong I told you, "Stay," but somehow you ended up leavin'
The bad person in the picture, the image that gon' deceive me
I'm lost, I ain't got nobody, I think I need it
Big Drac', seventy-five when it spray
Big rank, we gon' boost the murder rate
Weed stank, I blow this bitch to the face
Shit same, but it's just a different day
Excuse me for the shit I do but I'm just lost at heart
You see a nigga tryna love you but you make it hard
You left me in the dark, departed, ripped my soul apart
So when I need, someone to talk to, who I'm gonna call
Big Drac', seventy-five when it spray
Big rank, we gon' boost the murder rate
Weed stank, I blow this bitch to the face
Shit same, but it's just a different day
Like I'm emotionally scarred, for real
What you need it for?
Yeah, I need it though
It's cool
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, wo-o-woah-woah, oh, oh (Top Shotta)
I been goin' since y'all (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, woah-oah)
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, wo-o-woah-woah, oh, oh
Ayy, I wrote a love letter to a bitch
Tore it, then I ripped it up
Been a long time lookin' for love, but I'm givin' up
If I ain't hard on a bitch that mean that I don't give a fuck
Emotionally scarred by my past, I think I'm outta luck
I need love, so she hit me different when bitches start trippin'
All these drugs in my body, tryna cope, this pain I'm feelin'
See, these slugs in my mouth when I smile, but I feel empty
And for the love, for my child I ain't blow the brain out my fitted
I don't want the hoes and dime-a-dozen
Just want one bitch for me
How you go from ridin' like you love it?
Now you sayin, "Fuck me"
We be scared to open up to each other, so we have troubles
Two different worlds, you a queen, but I'm comin' straight out the gutter
Back in the days, I was plottin' a bag, you would have to have it
I changed my ways, I was thuggin' and ratchet somethin' like a savage
When I'm smashin', you be scratchin' my back and you wet the mattress
Now you changin', what's the tactic?
I'm askin' you, "Where we stand?"
Big Drac', seventy-five when it spray
Big rank, we gon' boost the murder rate
Weed stank, I blow this bitch to the face
Shit same, but it's just a different day
Excuse me for the shit I do but I'm just lost at heart
You see a nigga tryna love you but you make it hard
You left me in the dark, departed, ripped my soul apart
So when I need, someone to talk to, who I'm gonna call
Send a diss, we killin' back
Fuck that bitch, he been a rat
The opp for that, bitch stated facts
Free BG, we want him back
Rap nigga but I'm posted in the trap
With the sack like I'm a dope boy
Fuck a Hellcat, fuck a scat pack
Put it up, I want a Rolls Royce
Tryna get this trap jumpin'
Nigga play with the dope, I'ma roll 'em up
Niggas thinkin' I'm a no-show
But I blow, I'ma have to show 'em up
Judgin' me up in the comments
Swear to God, they don't even know us
Ever see a nigga comin' for me in the sky, he gon' go up
Never wrong for what I say, I react, on how I be treated
How I'm wrong I told you, "Stay," but somehow you ended up leavin'
The bad person in the picture, the image that gon' deceive me
I'm lost, I ain't got nobody, I think I need it
Big Drac', seventy-five when it spray
Big rank, we gon' boost the murder rate
Weed stank, I blow this bitch to the face
Shit same, but it's just a different day
Excuse me for the shit I do but I'm just lost at heart
You see a nigga tryna love you but you make it hard
You left me in the dark, departed, ripped my soul apart
So when I need, someone to talk to, who I'm gonna call
Big Drac', seventy-five when it spray
Big rank, we gon' boost the murder rate
Weed stank, I blow this bitch to the face
Shit same, but it's just a different day
Like I'm emotionally scarred, for real
What you need it for?
Yeah, I need it though
It's cool
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Writer(s): Potts
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