Ørdinary Day (feat. YoungFlakz18Hunnid)
Juss an ordinary day in da city of the O
Where if a buster pull up trippen then they slidin wit da chrome
Now his moms cryin cuz her baby ain't make it home
I'm juss speakin from my mente Spittin thoughts up out my dome
Seen da homie pass then from there ma heart was cold
Over time shii get wicked
That shii turned me heart to stone
Ask what happened to yo homie Nigga you don't wanna know
But fuck it I'm juss spittin givin out these crazy flows
Hold up
Nigga take a step back
You be talkin on da net
But ain't Eva get back
We slidin on a mission
Catch us creepin in all black
Heard it from your bitch
You ain't even wit all dat
But be postin like a goon
All up on his fuckin snap
Niggas frontin for da camera
When we slide where they at
Posted up wit poles but Ik they ain't gon blast
80 on da dash pray to god dat ion crash
Faded out my mind tryna find out where I'm at
If we at the function see dem Boyz then it's bad
Knock a Nigga stopid
Put him right up on his back
The homies got da feens waitin on dat next pack
Yardy know how we comin
We pulled up on his block
Niggas got to fuckin runnin
I thought that you was like dat
Mane I thought dat you was gunnin
You cappin on da net
nigga doin all dat frontin
Niggas claimin 18k?
But we stayin untouched
We really pressin issues mane
I love da fuckin rush
Spark up a blunt fuck it roll up in a Dutch
Niggas claim they active but ain't even doin much
Walk around with a stick
Like I'm a blind man
But your boy ain't blind
Cuz I'm getting to a bag
If a hater talking shit
Then we get boy whacked
Roll em in a wood
Then we smoke em like a pack
Dissing on the dead
Gone get you kidnapped
Wolfing on the gram
Till we pull up with straps
Your homies pcs
Plus you jcat
You'll probably roll it up
If you went to the back
You know I switch the flow up
Tell a bitch hold up
Better get your dough up
Before the police show up
Try to lock me up
Cuz I'm dope like Homer
Bout to blow up
Like I'm shaking a soda
What you think I rap for?
To push that Rover
Meditate my mind
When I'm smoking that yoda
Feel like chief keef
Cuz I hate being sober
Try to take mines
Then your ass gone meet Hova
Claiming 18k?
Then then I let my gun bust
Grew up the city
Where they show you no love
City of the angels
And home of the thugs
If you come from out of town
Better pack you a gun
Shit can get grimey
When you out here in the slums
Finna buy a drakeo
50 in a drum
Ain't David Banner
But I make them pussies run
When I ask you where you from?
Boy don't play dumb
Where if a buster pull up trippen then they slidin wit da chrome
Now his moms cryin cuz her baby ain't make it home
I'm juss speakin from my mente Spittin thoughts up out my dome
Seen da homie pass then from there ma heart was cold
Over time shii get wicked
That shii turned me heart to stone
Ask what happened to yo homie Nigga you don't wanna know
But fuck it I'm juss spittin givin out these crazy flows
Hold up
Nigga take a step back
You be talkin on da net
But ain't Eva get back
We slidin on a mission
Catch us creepin in all black
Heard it from your bitch
You ain't even wit all dat
But be postin like a goon
All up on his fuckin snap
Niggas frontin for da camera
When we slide where they at
Posted up wit poles but Ik they ain't gon blast
80 on da dash pray to god dat ion crash
Faded out my mind tryna find out where I'm at
If we at the function see dem Boyz then it's bad
Knock a Nigga stopid
Put him right up on his back
The homies got da feens waitin on dat next pack
Yardy know how we comin
We pulled up on his block
Niggas got to fuckin runnin
I thought that you was like dat
Mane I thought dat you was gunnin
You cappin on da net
nigga doin all dat frontin
Niggas claimin 18k?
But we stayin untouched
We really pressin issues mane
I love da fuckin rush
Spark up a blunt fuck it roll up in a Dutch
Niggas claim they active but ain't even doin much
Walk around with a stick
Like I'm a blind man
But your boy ain't blind
Cuz I'm getting to a bag
If a hater talking shit
Then we get boy whacked
Roll em in a wood
Then we smoke em like a pack
Dissing on the dead
Gone get you kidnapped
Wolfing on the gram
Till we pull up with straps
Your homies pcs
Plus you jcat
You'll probably roll it up
If you went to the back
You know I switch the flow up
Tell a bitch hold up
Better get your dough up
Before the police show up
Try to lock me up
Cuz I'm dope like Homer
Bout to blow up
Like I'm shaking a soda
What you think I rap for?
To push that Rover
Meditate my mind
When I'm smoking that yoda
Feel like chief keef
Cuz I hate being sober
Try to take mines
Then your ass gone meet Hova
Claiming 18k?
Then then I let my gun bust
Grew up the city
Where they show you no love
City of the angels
And home of the thugs
If you come from out of town
Better pack you a gun
Shit can get grimey
When you out here in the slums
Finna buy a drakeo
50 in a drum
Ain't David Banner
But I make them pussies run
When I ask you where you from?
Boy don't play dumb
Credits
Writer(s): Marcos Panduro
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