Hudební video
Hudební video
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Banks
Composer
Taylor Banks
Composer
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bankroll Got It
Producer
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Texty
[Intro]
Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain
Now the dark days are done and the bright days are here
My sunny one, shine so sincere
Sunny one so true, I love you
Bankroll got it
[Verse 1]
Aye, let's take these **** to school
Aye, Mr. Glock be the name
Yeah bitch, I make my own rules
Don't give a fuck 'bout no fame
Aye, you gon' win, you gon' lose
That's just a part of the game
I got a lot on my chest
I got a lot on my plate
Money do not heal the pain
I swap my chain for his brain
Can't ride my wave, you gon' sink
Lil' bro, he ready to blank
They know my face at the bank
Pulled up in a V12 tank
Bitch think I'm trickin', I ain't
Been busy doublin' this cake
They named me after a gun
I shit on **** for fun
They say that I'm one-of-one
You had your chance, one and done
Knew not to fuck with the Don
Fuck ****, look what you done
These **** ain't did what I done
These **** ain't did what I done, but
[Chorus]
Now the dark days are done and the bright days are here
For real, yeah
My sunny one, shine so sincere
Sunny one so true, I love you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
So how my eyes red, but all I see is money?
This ugly ass watch cost me 200
Every time you look up, Glizzock stuntin'
I ain't kickin' shit with these ****, I ain't puntin'
Aye, I ain't tryna hang, I ain't tryna be cool
If a bitch spend the night, she gotta leave by noon
Real neat freak, clean my dick and room
Aye, ran the money up, no stairs
Can't hang with ****, they squares
Yeah, I came in with **** that step
Stuck in my ways, can't help myself
I'ma hustle hard till there ain't nothin' left
I'ma hustle hard till there ain't nothin' left
I ran up some Ms, had to catch my breath, yeah
Got 300 racks on my arm
I got these hoes in my palm
These **** talkin' this and that, I'm on they head like a bun
Bro keep a stick, that's his wand
Yeah, make a **** disappear
In Glock we trust, only God I fear
Bitch, we cut throats from ear to ear, yeah
[Outro]
Now the dark days are done and the bright days are here
My sunny one, shine so sincere
Sunny one so true, I love you
Written by: Joel Banks, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey, Taylor Banks
