Lirik

Day at the damn night, at the night, gotta move right Anyway, I be rockin' my ice, playing games, yeah, you better think twice (Got that beat from Jumbo) Game time, nigga be hating, tryna take mine Came with a busty, that's date-time, I'm up all night, I really grind I get a bag, I get these bands, 'cause I really run it up Lost a lot of niggas in the field, so I gotta keep it tucked I was down on my own, had to get my money up You was up, then you lost it all, lil' nigga, tough luck Anything I say, I stand on, Mike Amiri, that's the pants, nah Got a deal, put my mans on, pop my shit, yeah, in every song You? Never even heard of y'all, me? Probably gonna murder y'all Try me, you won't get that off, boom, fire, try burn it off Take this shit to another level, chain big, that's some heavy metal Foreign, they next, starting Len out the pedal I remember them days, when you niggas federal Get with me, bulletproof truck when I move through the city Rocking all my chains, you know when them hitters is with me I was down last year, nigga up, and you know he 'bout to ball Ball, like Kobe in his prime, take it over, here's my time Day at the damn night, at the night (yeah), gotta move right Anyway, I be rocking my ice, playing games Yeah, you better think twice (yeah) I was down on my luck (uh), I know the hate, 'cause I'm up Huh (Fivi', grrt, baow) Get off of my 'Gram, stop minding my shit You wanna go live? I drill 'em on Twitch Niggas not opps, the niggas all kids The niggas not tough, the niggas all bitch I put 'em on songs, I give 'em all hits I put 'em on plays, I make 'em all rich Three or four hoes, I make 'em all kiss I see an opp, I shoot it to a click (brr) You-You better leave, 'fore he rob you (baow) You better watch who you lie to (baow) Came in the spot with a lil' Uzi (brr) Nigga, I wanna rock too (love) I see 'em, they copying' my moves (uh) You wanna be litty, I got you (I do) I ain't runnin' from bullets, I'm not you (nah) You ain't shoot the lil' niggas who shot you (baow) I'm from the city, I'm coming to Philly Tell the club I need a hundred-and-fifty Got a gun in here, I bung it in with me Don't search my bitch, 'cause it's under her titty I see them niggas, I gotta get busy (ha) I'm off a Perc', so I'm hot, and I'm dizzy But I'm on point, 'cause they plotting to get me Boy, D got the gun, and he rocking it with me Get with me, bulletproof truck when I move through the city Rocking all my chains, you know when them hitters is with me I was down last year, nigga up, and you know he 'bout to ball Ball, like Kobe in his prime, take it over, here's my time Day at the damn night, at the night, gotta move right Anyway, I be rocking my ice, playing games Yeah, you better think twice I was down on my luck, I know the hate, 'cause I'm up, whoa When you hear that sound, oh, boy, oh, boy, right now Oh, boy, oh, boy, right now, ah, ah, right now When you hear that sound, oh, boy, oh, boy, right now Oh, boy, oh, boy, right now, ah, ah, right now
Writer(s): Jordan Holt May, Eric Dwight Meredith, Soudyce Diallo, Maxie Lee Ryles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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