Trappin' Ant Eazy
Woke up this morning
To a couple missed calls
From a couple aunties
Freak broads and my dawgs
Got my hygiene together
Put on a fit hid the sack
In my draws started up the whip
Twenty grams of the D
Twenty of the white
I can tell that it's about
To be a good night
Swerve blowing up my line
I told him be patient
I gotta play my numbers
Meet me at the gas station
I pulled up who I see
it was A bad bitch
Walking sexy nice whip
Looking mad rich
I park the whip walked in
Like how you doing today
I never seen you before
Shit you live this way
She backed up said
Damn you ask a lot
Of questions
I said my bad girl u pretty
And I'm just crushing
She said you don't even
Know me nigga stop fronting
I'm like you got a man
She like I ain't got nothing
I got side track seen my
Swerve pulling in
I said here go my Number
maybe we can meet again
She took the Number then
We both went are separate
Ways
I made the play
Then I went on about my day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Six months done passed
I been chillin with this girl
And she got a plug on the
Boy and the girl
We popping bottles
Like dam life goin fine
On burdick slapping
Like my nigga Chris in 09
She like the plug called
He finna drop another load
I'm like hell yeah it's Time
To get back to these pros
But little do we know the feds
They was watching him
They caught him up twenty years
What they offered him
That's right who you think
He told on
Me and my chick
Was the one he drop
The load on
I'm thinking how
The hell I get in this
Predicament
I shoulda made my swerve
Instead of tryna hit this bitch
Feds asking questions now
Both of them snitching
But I keep my mouth closed
Cause I'm from the trenches
They both told judge
Knocked off a couple years
Now I'm gone away
And my momma
Crying tears
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Same shit different day
Just another day
Just another day
Same shit different day
You know a nigga
On the move
Just another day
To a couple missed calls
From a couple aunties
Freak broads and my dawgs
Got my hygiene together
Put on a fit hid the sack
In my draws started up the whip
Twenty grams of the D
Twenty of the white
I can tell that it's about
To be a good night
Swerve blowing up my line
I told him be patient
I gotta play my numbers
Meet me at the gas station
I pulled up who I see
it was A bad bitch
Walking sexy nice whip
Looking mad rich
I park the whip walked in
Like how you doing today
I never seen you before
Shit you live this way
She backed up said
Damn you ask a lot
Of questions
I said my bad girl u pretty
And I'm just crushing
She said you don't even
Know me nigga stop fronting
I'm like you got a man
She like I ain't got nothing
I got side track seen my
Swerve pulling in
I said here go my Number
maybe we can meet again
She took the Number then
We both went are separate
Ways
I made the play
Then I went on about my day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Six months done passed
I been chillin with this girl
And she got a plug on the
Boy and the girl
We popping bottles
Like dam life goin fine
On burdick slapping
Like my nigga Chris in 09
She like the plug called
He finna drop another load
I'm like hell yeah it's Time
To get back to these pros
But little do we know the feds
They was watching him
They caught him up twenty years
What they offered him
That's right who you think
He told on
Me and my chick
Was the one he drop
The load on
I'm thinking how
The hell I get in this
Predicament
I shoulda made my swerve
Instead of tryna hit this bitch
Feds asking questions now
Both of them snitching
But I keep my mouth closed
Cause I'm from the trenches
They both told judge
Knocked off a couple years
Now I'm gone away
And my momma
Crying tears
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Same shit different day
Just another day
Just another day
Same shit different day
You know a nigga
On the move
Just another day
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Writer(s): Deontae Walker
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