Everyday
Bitch I've been thuggin
Clutch the AK like I'm Russian
I'll put ya ass in a Russian
Kobe 4th quarter cause you know that I'm clutching
Pussy boy why is you bluffin, boy why is you bluffin
I mix my sprite with some tussin
Turning nothing into something
I pushed the work now I'm frontin
Look at the man I'm becomin
Look at the man I'm becomin
Aye
I do this shit everyday
Smoke a spliff, fuck some bitch, count my chips, frito lays
Aye, aye, aye
Im insane, Check my range
Shoot like dame, My blood cold
This real life, Not a game
Clutching this remy, semi talk
Sipping this henny, henny walk
Bitch I've been ballin like I was Atlanta hawks
Bitch I've been poppin like feins off the fentanyl
Got a full clip, on my hip uh
And no I won't hesi to boom
They talking shit, get off my dick uh
Before I shake up the room
40 On me, glocks Siamese, I'll make a scene for the fun of it
Bag Loui V, all of this cheese (Uh) but not from the government
My niggas rock they rock control
Pop you like molly I'll have ya ass roll
Invade your home, we kickin down doors
You is a bitch, walk on all fours
We need that money, power, respect
Better talk right or shit will go left
I hold a 30 don't get me upset
I hold a 30 don't get me upset
Hit you from 30 shoot em like I'm Steph
Hit you from 30 shoot em like I'm steph
I never worry I hold my barret
I never worry I get a check
Aye
I do this shit everyday
Smoke a spliff, fuck some bitch, count my chips, frito lays
Aye, aye, aye
Im insane, Check my range
Shoot like dame, My blood cold
This real life, Not a
Brt the brat you niggas cap
Master splinter, y'all niggas some rats
Nigga fuck that, We never lack
Bitch like a dike, We stay with the strap
Run up on me, Got it on me
AR-15, bitch got a beam
Fuck with my team, strap hold a fee
Ops inna wood, smoke em like trees
Bitch I don't flock, Patek on time
Bitch check the clock, Bitch I'm on top
They will get dropped
My niggas on go, They never stop
Yeah they on lock
Free tay out the box
Servin this dope, it wreak sour d
Givenchy tee, wrist on Philippe
Not in Miami, I'm packing the heat
Uh
What are they trying to do
I'm speeding down 4th, I'm strapped with my tool
My niggas rock
My niggas woo
My niggas bool
Ya niggas fools
Aye, aye
I do this shit everyday
Smoke a spliff, fuck some bitch, count my chips, frito lays
Aye, aye, aye
Clutch the AK like I'm Russian
I'll put ya ass in a Russian
Kobe 4th quarter cause you know that I'm clutching
Pussy boy why is you bluffin, boy why is you bluffin
I mix my sprite with some tussin
Turning nothing into something
I pushed the work now I'm frontin
Look at the man I'm becomin
Look at the man I'm becomin
Aye
I do this shit everyday
Smoke a spliff, fuck some bitch, count my chips, frito lays
Aye, aye, aye
Im insane, Check my range
Shoot like dame, My blood cold
This real life, Not a game
Clutching this remy, semi talk
Sipping this henny, henny walk
Bitch I've been ballin like I was Atlanta hawks
Bitch I've been poppin like feins off the fentanyl
Got a full clip, on my hip uh
And no I won't hesi to boom
They talking shit, get off my dick uh
Before I shake up the room
40 On me, glocks Siamese, I'll make a scene for the fun of it
Bag Loui V, all of this cheese (Uh) but not from the government
My niggas rock they rock control
Pop you like molly I'll have ya ass roll
Invade your home, we kickin down doors
You is a bitch, walk on all fours
We need that money, power, respect
Better talk right or shit will go left
I hold a 30 don't get me upset
I hold a 30 don't get me upset
Hit you from 30 shoot em like I'm Steph
Hit you from 30 shoot em like I'm steph
I never worry I hold my barret
I never worry I get a check
Aye
I do this shit everyday
Smoke a spliff, fuck some bitch, count my chips, frito lays
Aye, aye, aye
Im insane, Check my range
Shoot like dame, My blood cold
This real life, Not a
Brt the brat you niggas cap
Master splinter, y'all niggas some rats
Nigga fuck that, We never lack
Bitch like a dike, We stay with the strap
Run up on me, Got it on me
AR-15, bitch got a beam
Fuck with my team, strap hold a fee
Ops inna wood, smoke em like trees
Bitch I don't flock, Patek on time
Bitch check the clock, Bitch I'm on top
They will get dropped
My niggas on go, They never stop
Yeah they on lock
Free tay out the box
Servin this dope, it wreak sour d
Givenchy tee, wrist on Philippe
Not in Miami, I'm packing the heat
Uh
What are they trying to do
I'm speeding down 4th, I'm strapped with my tool
My niggas rock
My niggas woo
My niggas bool
Ya niggas fools
Aye, aye
I do this shit everyday
Smoke a spliff, fuck some bitch, count my chips, frito lays
Aye, aye, aye
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Writer(s): Philippe Damestoir
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