Day By Day

(Roll another one, Jay)

Yeah, huh, shit get crazy day by day
In front of my mama, swing my Drac'
If we go down, she ain't gon' save
Nigga a clown, you ain't ready to die when this shit go down
Get out my way
Wish my bro would've never crashed
Smacked somethin' on cam and caught that case

Laughed when I was down, now I'm up
Tryna come around, that shit be fake
No Christmas present when I wake, salty as hell, so I go and take
This ten mil' line shit up, sloppy nigga lackin', put him in shape
Uh, don't give a fuck how much money I get, I cannot change my ways

Uh, don't regret no shit I did in the past, I cannot change my days
Before the deal, on the block with the weird tool, gotta help serve all these J's
Uh, don't give a fuck, you don't come on this move, I bet a young nigga get paid
Uh, she came in the party, you keep on callin' her phone, your ho gettin' slayed, yeah

Fuckboy shouldn't've played, uh, in your bushes, laid
Uh, he got smoke, so he tote a pistol day to day
Uh, she say, "Raq, it been so long since a bitch got laid," so I laid her
Commit sins, but I'm still here, so I'ma keep prayin' until my day come

Huh, who want smoke? Let's do it
Had the chance to score on the opps, you blew it
Lil Hot died to some gunfire, so much fire
Tell me how the fuck can I cool it?
Put a bitch ass nigga on FOX 5
Whole city know we did it, wonder how we do it
Leave a fuck nigga stank at Popeyes
Ain't cook my shit right, he left it chewy

Five-dollar Fill Up, fill a nigga up with embalming fluid
Me and the bros ridin' out forever like Batman and Robin, do it
Be fuckin' these hoes so good, should've went to college for screwin'
Got that ho dickmatized, if I tell her to snort a molly, she'll do it

Yeah, huh, shit get crazy day by day
In front of my mama, swing my Drac'
If we go down, she ain't gon' save
Nigga a clown, you ain't ready to die when this shit go down
Get out my way
Wish my bro would've never crashed
Smacked somethin' on cam and caught that case

Laughed when I was down, now I'm up
Tryna come around, that shit be fake
No Christmas present when I wake, salty as hell, so I go and take
This ten mil' line shit up, sloppy nigga lackin', put him in shape
Uh, don't give a fuck how much money I get, I cannot change my ways

Uh, nigga play inside this party, he won't leave, we get shit started
Don't want beef, just leave me be
Tired of showin' these fuck niggas I'm retarded
Niggas be hatin' on us, pop out in the Yams, I'm with Lil Khari
Beef could end if we got the last kill, won't ever say I'm sorry

Come shoot up the party, tried to run and survive, but he caught a charge
All that dissin' shit be wack, your brother smacked, it ain't no arguin'
Go apeshit on the teachers, they don't even wanna pass me a tardy
Mom do come to school, been actin' like I ain't do shit, lil' baby, I'm partyin'

Uh, know my dick be gas the way that pussy keep on fartin'
Say, "You a bitch"
Drew down on his ass with that blick and had him shartin'
Outside with the bros drunk as hell
Keep tellin' 'em this ain't where I parked
If I can't put on a condom when I fuck you, baby
Then this ain't where I start

In the water, big shark, mini Drac', it hit hard
Fully stick make a nigga with a switch move real quick, boy
They know we them blick boys, gang want him gone, we sent for him
Told the gang, "Stay down, this shit ain't gon' take long to get fun"
You can't even understand what she sayin', I know my bitch foreign
Opps keep sayin' they gon' kill me, I ain't worried, I know this bitch blowin'
Huh, gotta creep 'Vette, though, on that bitch, that's why that bitch showin'
She like the rest of them lil' bitches, all these bitches goin'

Huh, daddy sellin' dope, huh, mama havin' hope
Her mama a slut, so I can't stand no double dirty ho
Huh, when I drop that F and leave 'em, know I had them folks
Catch an opp, put him in the past, that nigga ass a ghost



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Writer(s): Corliss Waitman, Joshua Harris, Brian Bedford
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