No Sunny Days (feat. Hoodfamousyae)
BvndBoyMakesTheMusic
Woah
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I was sitting in a cell with them cuffs on my wrist
And it's still fuck twelve, they be all on my dick
And I can't even hit the trap cause they be raiding my shit
And when I got my first brick I knew that I'd be rich
And I just bought my mom a restaurant, that shit cost a crib
Like what the fuck is a crib? Like what the fuck is a crib
Man, I done came up from shit, like VVS on my wrist
Like VVS on my neck, and I be cashing fake checks
I know my life is a mess, but I just bought some baguettes
And I just got a new girl and she in love with my sex
And I just got a new gun, you know that shit is a tech
Because I'm deep in the streets, you know my life is a mess
You know I'm whipping the pan, the fiends say I'm a chef
Man, I be cooking up the fed, he got this pain in my chest
I got this pain in my chest
But I also got these diamond rubies and these baguettes
Like what I do for a check
If I catch the opposition, guarantee he might be missing
Brody he sitting in a cell, come and set a complete dimension
Remember days on that back block when you half a pint to piss in
And these niggas, they be bitches
And these niggas, they be snitches
Yeah, I'm coming from a place where you be glad to keep your distance
And my dog, he was 30, feel that satin now you miss him
And I got a nigga at home, I'ma ride with a smith him
BTA bout to ask, we put niggas on a mission
And I already been broke, so I'm just trying to get richer
Who gives a fuck about this carti bitch, I'm trying to Geta Richard
And if I turn you to a pack, you think anybody will miss you
I'm just trying to tell a story about the shit I done been through
I done been through all the shit I been through
All the shit I been through
I been through pain since a young cause I was so official
I always had my own gun, I never shared a pistol
Two to threes hit it through his car, he might heard a missile
Two to threes hit his head top, it won't even hurt you
Two to threes hit his head top, he won't need no surgery
Dirty clip hanging out the Glock, no this ain't no perky
Dirty clip hanging out the Glock, no this ain't no curry
Steady taking all these fucking risks, but are they even worth it
Man, are they even worth it
Man, are they even worth it
BvndBoyMakesTheMusic
Woah
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I was sitting in a cell with them cuffs on my wrist
And it's still fuck twelve, they be all on my dick
And I can't even hit the trap cause they be raiding my shit
And when I got my first brick I knew that I'd be rich
And I just bought my mom a restaurant, that shit cost a crib
Like what the fuck is a crib? Like what the fuck is a crib
Man, I done came up from shit, like VVS on my wrist
Like VVS on my neck, and I be cashing fake checks
I know my life is a mess, but I just bought some baguettes
And I just got a new girl and she in love with my sex
And I just got a new gun, you know that shit is a tech
Because I'm deep in the streets, you know my life is a mess
You know I'm whipping the pan, the fiends say I'm a chef
Man, I be cooking up the fed, he got this pain in my chest
I got this pain in my chest
But I also got these diamond rubies and these baguettes
Like what I do for a check
If I catch the opposition, guarantee he might be missing
Brody he sitting in a cell, come and set a complete dimension
Remember days on that back block when you half a pint to piss in
And these niggas, they be bitches
And these niggas, they be snitches
Yeah, I'm coming from a place where you be glad to keep your distance
And my dog, he was 30, feel that satin now you miss him
And I got a nigga at home, I'ma ride with a smith him
BTA bout to ask, we put niggas on a mission
And I already been broke, so I'm just trying to get richer
Who gives a fuck about this carti bitch, I'm trying to Geta Richard
And if I turn you to a pack, you think anybody will miss you
I'm just trying to tell a story about the shit I done been through
I done been through all the shit I been through
All the shit I been through
I been through pain since a young cause I was so official
I always had my own gun, I never shared a pistol
Two to threes hit it through his car, he might heard a missile
Two to threes hit his head top, it won't even hurt you
Two to threes hit his head top, he won't need no surgery
Dirty clip hanging out the Glock, no this ain't no perky
Dirty clip hanging out the Glock, no this ain't no curry
Steady taking all these fucking risks, but are they even worth it
Man, are they even worth it
Man, are they even worth it
BvndBoyMakesTheMusic
Credits
Writer(s): Hoodfamousyae .
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