Everyday

Walk up to the spot in gucci socks
Don't carry heaters, but you'll still get dropped
She want a minute put her on the clock
He got a lil but I got a lot

Keep me high off thc, no sticks or seeds
Got this baddy think she might be polinishin
She lick her lips across the room I think she teasin
Homies pull up on you make you wish we didn't have a reason

And I'm ballin Iverson
Yeah got some much money, that boy pockets be so thin
You must have come to loose, you know I always come to win
Take that girl right from you, so fast like a fuckin sin

Rock with it, got Balenci on the fitted
Cop it if it's drip, stay fly bitch I'm gifted
You spend your bank down to zero, that's some shit kid
Then talk like you hot, when you really on some snitch shit

Sit back boy be such a lame
Don't waste my time with friends, stay in my own lane
Got designer covering me, not in your price range
This is way too many fees, tens of thousands mane

To the islands that girl wanna go
So I bought her a ticket, she topped me like a pro
He mad cause I took her, but he shoulda known
You can't be mad, when it really be your bitch though

Walk up to the spot in fendi drip
I bought some henny, copped another zip
I pulled back to the crib and then I sipped
Grabbed a blunt and flicked a lighter to the tip

No poppin beans but I'm still higher than the ceiling
It's funny how they think they know just how I'm feelin
Use to take a lot of drugs but know I'm chillin
Put me in a cell, just like a villain

Extended Clips, not thirty but hundred magazines
Choppa come in handy, when the opps pull on the scene
Don't rep shit except myself and all these dreams
Hustle everyday, while puffin on these greens

And we stay high
If you ever do see me I stay fly
Got the Steeze I don't try
Bout three hundred dollars just for one tie



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Writer(s): Sydney Colaw
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