Broad Day

Yeah
Uh, uh, uh
(Ayo, that's nickk)
Yeah, uh-uh-uh
Ha, yeah

These niggas copy the wave
My niggas, we made a way (yeah)
Nigga, yeah, we been paid
We ridin' 'round with Dracs, uh
'K hit his face, yeah (his face, yeah)
Right in broad day (broad day)
Lay it on the carpet
Ride with a Carbon

Niggas ridin' 'round with extended mag
Yeah, them niggas mad, 'cause I'm in my bag (in my bag)
If I drop that bag, they gon' get his ass (yeah)
In that Trackhawk, that bitch really fast (really fast, yeah)

Got a new ho, my new bitch, she bad (yeah, she bad)
Seen his new ho, that lil' ho, she trash (that lil' ho, she trash)
Bullets flyin' through the door, they gon' do him bad (do him bad)
FN hit his dome, leave him in the past (in the past)

Bitch, I'm in the O, Hellcat doin' the dash (doin' the dash)
That boy, he a ho, he ain't gettin' no cash (gettin' no cash)
That boy, he a joke, to the bank, I laugh (to the, uh)
That boy cuffed that ho, that boy goin' out sad (yeah, uh-huh)

These niggas copy the wave
My niggas, we made a way (yeah)
Nigga, yeah, we been paid
We ridin' 'round with Dracs, uh
'K hit his face, yeah (his face, yeah)
Right in broad day (broad day)
Lay it on the carpet
Ride with a Carbon

Niggas ridin' 'round with extended mag
Yeah, them niggas mad 'cause I'm in my bag (in my bag)
If I drop that bag, they gon' get his ass (yeah)
In that Trackhawk, that bitch really fast (really fast, yeah)

And she bad, yeah
That lil' ho, she trash, yeah



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Writer(s): Chauncey Hollis, Rafeal X Brown, Chuckii Booker
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