Lyrics

FreshDuzIt I'm an animal, the jungle where I'm really at The streets fuck with me heavy, 'cause I'm really there My bitch keep calling, ain't got time for the chitty chat I got a gift for you, stuff this in your kitty kat Hoes think they bad and they boujee, but they really rats Niggas out here broke with no hope, I don't pity that All she drink is dark, she keep asking where the henny at We fucking in the dark, I'm tryna feel where her Remy at All I do is point at your nugget, if I get moody at it Them young kings six foot deep, like they Rudy Gay Young nigga think he know it all 'til that toolie spray Okay, you was right, now watch what this Lil Uzi say It's a good day, I wish a nigga would get stupid Might slide on the kids, I'm a bit ruthless Slide down with this 40, that's my lil' cougar Real shooter, I do drive by's on a scooter You ain't never did shit, nigga, who you fooling? All I showed you was a zip, nigga, you was drooling Always on the road, like to keep it moving Fast money boys, bitch, we a fucking movement Feeling like a pimp, riding round with the stick on me Like craigs pop, I hit the road with the shit on me It's a good day, a pussy nigga better not pull shit And it's Friday, I woke up on that bullshit Feeling like a pimp, riding round with the stick on me With that crip pops, I hit the road with that shit on me It's a good day, a pussy nigga bet not pull shit And it's Friday, I woke up on that bull shit Riding by bitches waving hi, they got butterflies Nigga disrespect me Tryna check me, then his mother die Hood famous niggas, name a nigga that don't fuck with I I got expensive taste, so I buy what I wanna buy Six and guda, how it was in our days? Try to fuck around and we gon' shut 'em down like backpage You fucking with dikes? Oh, we tote these straps different Told yo' son to be a player when we raised these macs different They don't see me around so they say I act different Hell nah, I ain't the same, my hustle changed That's different big, big guns nigga For you niggas on that shake shit He thought he was crip He seen that smoke with that big bitch Niggas be on bitch shit They broke and they petty If you know me, then you know who I'm fucking with heavy Bakery open, got that cookie, come and cop if you ready With my brother, only time you see me fucking with Reggie (with Reggie) Feeling like a pimp, riding round with the stick on me Like craigs pop, I hit the road with the shit on me It's a good day, a pussy nigga better not pull shit And it's Friday, I woke up on that bullshit Feeling like a pimp, riding round with the stick on me Like craigs pop, I hit the road with the shit on me It's a good day, a pussy nigga bet not pull shit And it's Friday, I woke up on that bullshit Ready, ready, ready, ready Ready, ready, ready, ready Ready, ready, ready, ready
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