Last Day (feat. JU!CE)
Told them it's your last day Last day
You gone die the fast way Die the fast way
This gone be your last play Last play
I said, this gone be your last day Last day, last day
Can you fast way, fast way, high speed
We gone take them on and chase I don't fuck with cops
Don't fuck with Twelve Ain't fuckin' with the Jakes
If you talkin' shit, man up Say it to my fuckin' face
Get up out the way Cause we gone sit you down
Put you in your place You don't want the smoke
Bitch, it's fuckin' lace I'ma pull this fuckin' pencil
Click the lid and then you'll be erased I can't never fuck with them
Nah, they some fuckin' snakes Told them hop out with the choppa
Bitch, we gone bust the space Ayy, pop out with this fuckin' choppa
I hope no nigga play I'm on the interstate tryin' to get away
From the fuckin' Jakes Vroom, vroom, saw this cat
I'm breakin' her back Remember the old days when I was cash
I was just broke, sittin' on my ass But then I got up and chased me a bag
I'm livin' life and poppin' me some tags If she wanna chase me, I ain't playin' tag
Stop all the hate why niggas mad I'ma just break it down, I got the cash
I get the money and I get it fast You gettin' pussy, that shit cap
Fuck around, call it cat in the hat Playin' like blackjack, pussy
There ain't nothin' to laugh at Stuck in the past, I'm past that
I get the money and I get my cash back Pockets big, it's my cash back
Hands on a bitch, I put hands up in your face I don't care to get a body
Nah, I don't care to catch a case Me and Juice up in this bitch
We goin' ghost like it's the wraith I got AK, feel like Tay-K
Hop out, then we do the race spin like Beyblade
Don't give a fuck what they say Hit him with hands, melee
You know you in trouble, mayday I don't do no scratch
And I'm gon' leave a fuckin' dent
Say that you a fuckin' starter Why you sittin' on the bench
Hop out with this fuckin' ratchet I'm gon' blast it, hit him with this wrench
You think that it's fiction This shit fact, I make it make sense
And bitch, I make sense Hangin' with them Haitians
Guns gon' get to blazin' Eyes, they gon' be glazin
Game, it's been mine I done told y'all from the start
Do not get inside this water You don't like hangin' with no sharks
Cause we come for blood Every time that we smell it
I'm gettin' bread like the deli I said, I dance hit my celly
I set you up on the telly Send shots through your belly
Cause I got murder on the brain Feelin' like I was Melly
I said, I'm melo I'm bout to shoot you from the fuckin' line
I said, bitch, I'm in the distance I won't miss it when I take my shot
Bitch, I'm bout to hit him Hold on, take him to the body shop
Rollin' out, opyimus prime' Bitch, I'm with the Autobots
Yeah, we gon' run you over And I'm a fuckin' soldier
I told y'all from the start Best believe that this shit over
Girl, got my heart warm But now I'm feelin' colder
Put some hands on her Bitch, I'll turn your body fuckin' over
You gone die the fast way Die the fast way
This gone be your last play Last play
I said, this gone be your last day Last day, last day
Can you fast way, fast way, high speed
We gone take them on and chase I don't fuck with cops
Don't fuck with Twelve Ain't fuckin' with the Jakes
If you talkin' shit, man up Say it to my fuckin' face
Get up out the way Cause we gone sit you down
Put you in your place You don't want the smoke
Bitch, it's fuckin' lace I'ma pull this fuckin' pencil
Click the lid and then you'll be erased I can't never fuck with them
Nah, they some fuckin' snakes Told them hop out with the choppa
Bitch, we gone bust the space Ayy, pop out with this fuckin' choppa
I hope no nigga play I'm on the interstate tryin' to get away
From the fuckin' Jakes Vroom, vroom, saw this cat
I'm breakin' her back Remember the old days when I was cash
I was just broke, sittin' on my ass But then I got up and chased me a bag
I'm livin' life and poppin' me some tags If she wanna chase me, I ain't playin' tag
Stop all the hate why niggas mad I'ma just break it down, I got the cash
I get the money and I get it fast You gettin' pussy, that shit cap
Fuck around, call it cat in the hat Playin' like blackjack, pussy
There ain't nothin' to laugh at Stuck in the past, I'm past that
I get the money and I get my cash back Pockets big, it's my cash back
Hands on a bitch, I put hands up in your face I don't care to get a body
Nah, I don't care to catch a case Me and Juice up in this bitch
We goin' ghost like it's the wraith I got AK, feel like Tay-K
Hop out, then we do the race spin like Beyblade
Don't give a fuck what they say Hit him with hands, melee
You know you in trouble, mayday I don't do no scratch
And I'm gon' leave a fuckin' dent
Say that you a fuckin' starter Why you sittin' on the bench
Hop out with this fuckin' ratchet I'm gon' blast it, hit him with this wrench
You think that it's fiction This shit fact, I make it make sense
And bitch, I make sense Hangin' with them Haitians
Guns gon' get to blazin' Eyes, they gon' be glazin
Game, it's been mine I done told y'all from the start
Do not get inside this water You don't like hangin' with no sharks
Cause we come for blood Every time that we smell it
I'm gettin' bread like the deli I said, I dance hit my celly
I set you up on the telly Send shots through your belly
Cause I got murder on the brain Feelin' like I was Melly
I said, I'm melo I'm bout to shoot you from the fuckin' line
I said, bitch, I'm in the distance I won't miss it when I take my shot
Bitch, I'm bout to hit him Hold on, take him to the body shop
Rollin' out, opyimus prime' Bitch, I'm with the Autobots
Yeah, we gon' run you over And I'm a fuckin' soldier
I told y'all from the start Best believe that this shit over
Girl, got my heart warm But now I'm feelin' colder
Put some hands on her Bitch, I'll turn your body fuckin' over
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Writer(s): Allen Smith
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