Daytona

Ha ha ha... I feel like a kid again

(Hahaha It's Another Hurst Hit!)

I say yeah yeah
We gone give them all hell
Get them bags in
And we know they gone sell
I might tax a nigga
Get it cheaper wholesale
Wesley Chapel Nigga
Made it happen Nah For real
No reason to be stressing me
Just to get in my thoughts
Smoke exotic reefer
I'm young zacc I'm the kid
Come from scrapping giffys
I been chasing this paper
These bitches tripping
I might pour me a shot
From that bottle henny
Just to clear the lil stress
That been on my tempe
I can serve you an ounce
For a lower ticket
Wanna take this shit further
You know I'm with it

Go to war we can get it
Won't back down
We having multiple straps on us
Pull on yo block in a Daytona
Anybody can get it
Who fucking want it?
Go ahead and dump the lil thirty on him
What you want?
We put hundreds and fifties on you
Any day we can play
Tell me my opponent
Get up close in your face
Fuck about corona
I feel all of this syrup
It's fucking my kidney up
I fell all of this pain
In my heart still gone get it up
All my diamonds they pure
How they shine wit no tennis on
With this ice in my ear
I can take yo lil bitch fasho
I take the cure
I be in different modes
What the price he spending
I dun fuck that lil ticket up
Tryna get to that bag be persistent
I don't know why they been dissing me
I'm tryna get me a bigger load

I say yeah yeah
We gone give them all hell
Get them bags in
And we know they gone sell
I might tax a nigga
Get it cheaper wholesale
Wesley Chapel Nigga
Made it happen Nah For real
No reason to be stressing me
Just to get in my thoughts
Smoke exotic reefer
I'm young zacc I'm the kid
Come from scrapping giffys
I been chasing this paper
These bitches tripping
I might pour me a shot
From that bottle henny
Just to clear the lil stress
That been on my tempe
I can serve you an ounce
For a lower ticket
Wanna take this shit further
You know I'm with it

Say that boy he was wigging
He did it wrong
I'm speaking country grammar on the phone
Nigga down in Lagrange
And he need the code
Soon he get him pay
He gone get some mo
What you know bout that
Facing danger facing poles?
Nigga you can die today
And it be over
Got to learn how to
Surf the wave on your own
You don't get it you drown in that water
Don't drown in that water oh yeah

I say yeah yeah
We gone give them all hell
Get them bags in
And we know they gone sell
I might tax a nigga
Get it cheaper wholesale
Wesley Chapel Nigga
Made it happen Nah For real
No reason to be stressing me
Just to get in my thoughts
Smoke exotic reefer
I'm young zacc I'm the kid
Come from scrapping giffys
I been chasing this paper
These bitches tripping
I might pour me a shot
From that bottle henny
Just to clear the lil stress
That been on my tempe
I can serve you an ounce
For a lower ticket
Wanna take this shit further
You know I'm with it

Know I'm with it fasho my nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Zacchaeus Jewell, Michael Hurst
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