DAY BY DAY
Trappin' hard all day and night Trappin' hard all Day and night
Trappin' hard all day and night I just hit the za, And now I'm on a flight
They tried to fake me left, so I had to go right
Bitch, these christian louboutin, I know you see the spikes
She got Givenchy on, ooh, baby, you my type She a designer queen, I'm knowing what she like
Can't give these hoes my time, cause they may take my life
Bitch, I'm on the grind, I gotta make it right
Takin' it day by day, I ain't talkin' bout no sports
But me and my niggas makin' plays Niggas signin' deals for a hundred, what's a hundred K
Bitch, my mind on them mills, yuh, that's that shit I chase
Say that's that shit I chase Remember days in the trenches, knew it wasn't my place
I'm lookin' bro up in this face like it's we gon' escape
I knew we was gon' make it out, but we just had to wait
Yeah, we had to wait, uh, and now we all good
Walk up in the Louis store, they say we smell like all woods
If me and bro could make a way, I swear, man, yeah, y'all could, y'all could
GB,
Trappin' hard all day and night, uh I just hit the Za, now I'm on a flight, uh
They tried to fake me left, so I had took a right
Bitch, she's Christian Louboutin, I know you see the spikes
She got Givenchy on, ooh, baby, you my type, uh
She a designer queen, I'm knowin' what she like, uh
Can't give these hoes my time, cause they may take my life, uh
Bitch, I'm on the grind, I gotta make it right, uh
Trappin' hard all day and night I just hit the za, And now I'm on a flight
They tried to fake me left, so I had to go right
Bitch, these christian louboutin, I know you see the spikes
She got Givenchy on, ooh, baby, you my type She a designer queen, I'm knowing what she like
Can't give these hoes my time, cause they may take my life
Bitch, I'm on the grind, I gotta make it right
Takin' it day by day, I ain't talkin' bout no sports
But me and my niggas makin' plays Niggas signin' deals for a hundred, what's a hundred K
Bitch, my mind on them mills, yuh, that's that shit I chase
Say that's that shit I chase Remember days in the trenches, knew it wasn't my place
I'm lookin' bro up in this face like it's we gon' escape
I knew we was gon' make it out, but we just had to wait
Yeah, we had to wait, uh, and now we all good
Walk up in the Louis store, they say we smell like all woods
If me and bro could make a way, I swear, man, yeah, y'all could, y'all could
GB,
Trappin' hard all day and night, uh I just hit the Za, now I'm on a flight, uh
They tried to fake me left, so I had took a right
Bitch, she's Christian Louboutin, I know you see the spikes
She got Givenchy on, ooh, baby, you my type, uh
She a designer queen, I'm knowin' what she like, uh
Can't give these hoes my time, cause they may take my life, uh
Bitch, I'm on the grind, I gotta make it right, uh
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Writer(s): Gabriel Butler
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