Everyday (feat. Summrs & Iayze)

(It's Moe Trappa and you fuckin' with Surreal Gang) Woah, woah, woah My bitch so bad, so I bought her a 'K SRT in my whip, you don't wanna race I got a bitch on my hip, you play, you lay Get cake every day, every day, like my birthday 3.5 in my 'Wood, and I faced to the face Bitch, you know that I'm good, I'm okay, I'm okay, yeah Might let her drive the boat, yeah I fuck her, she give me the throat, yeah You know how that shit go Woke up and she wastin' my time Get outta line and you meetin' the nine Play around us, then you know when you dyin' Them hollows got wings, yeah, lil' bitch you gon' fly I'm so fuckin' high, might talk to God (Chapo!) Where I go, bitch, I got my rod Off the opiates and the drank every day, I nod We mask up and, do a lick up in disguise Tell me how the fuck you get high off of just a line? Can't see shit to the bullshit, I be blind She said she love me, that bitch done lost her mind I ain't tryna be friends lil' ho, don't hit my line Big dog, big stepper, just walked in with my nine She wanted me, but I ain't gon' please her (it's Moe Trappa and you fuckin' with Surreal Gang) Sippin' codeine, so I really don't need you Let the top down, we in a two-seater Ice on my neck, and it feel like a freezer You wanted smoke, went and got me a heater I'm with lil' Wick, and we up in a Beamer My bitch she bad, yeah she a Latina Don't know her name, I think it was Tina And my brother gotta be his keeper We get too high, 'cause we smoking on reefer Free Doo out that can, I really do miss him My niggas locked up, it's still fuck the system My bitch so bad, so I bought her a 'K SRT in my whip, you don't wanna race I got a bitch on my hip, you play, you lay Get cake every day, every day, like my birthday 3.5 in my 'Wood, and I faced to the face Bitch, you know that I'm good, I'm okay, I'm okay, yeah I be on dope so much, I can't even walk Clutchin' that Drac', you know that bitch gon' knock you off Brand new car took it off the meter You so wrong, I don't wanna be you Ridin' round' with a 'K at the beach (it's Moe Trappa and you fuckin' with Surreal Gang) We knock 'em down on the ground, he ain't breathin' Hi lil' baby, it's nice to meet you I still like the sound of Ninas My bitch so bad, so I bought her a 'K SRT in my whip, you don't wanna race I got a bitch on my hip, you play, you lay Get cake every day, every day, like my birthday 3.5 in my 'Wood, and I faced to the face Bitch, you know that I'm good, I'm okay, I'm okay, yeah