Tuesday

Glah Glah Glah Like
Streets is cold, dog
Like it says in the book, we are blessed and cursed
What fucking book?
The same things make us laugh
Make us cry
But right now, we got to take care of our business
And go see your brother at the cemetery
Come on, let's bounce

Said I had a dream
My vision is coming for me
Whole lotta money
Whole lotta cream
This money is all that I need

She's calling my phone on a Tuesday
Might fuck her and call her my new bae
My feelings be changing; I'm moody
Still fucking and slapping her booty
This life how I'm living; it's a movie

But I cannot make this up
Still pouring up double cups
Fuck my feelings; I've had enough
Said I'm thuggin; I know I'm tough
Still trapping; just wish me luck
Said she loves me; I know she's a front
Roll an opp, and I'm smoking this blunt

And if it's one of mine
You know you're gonna die
Call up the suvy; he fried
Call up the SUV; he's gonna get 'em
Brody just caught him a victim
Bag onna head; go get 'em
I cannot front; I'm on that
Outside right on his doormat
Somebody tell me the format

Trap and finesse for a living
I put my love in this Smithn
She wanna fuck 'cause I'm different
She wanna fuck 'cause I'm up
I know you don't love me
You're tryna get a buck
She's tryna fuck
And I know she's a slut

But if it's one of mine
You know you're gonna die
Whole lotta shots for my slimes
Whole lotta shots for a victim
If I catch him, you know I'm gonna get him
Move mili, you know that I'm tact
Streets hot; gotta keep me a strap
Talk hot; that's one to your back
Never lie; I'mma keep it a fact



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Writer(s): Khalil Thomas
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