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Erryday
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Erryday was released on October 11, 2019 by Babygrande Records, Inc. as a part of the album Plan of Attack
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Release DateOctober 11, 2019
LabelBabygrande Records, Inc.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Roddy
Young Roddy
Performer
Shante Franklin
Shante Franklin
Rap
Alex Washington
Alex Washington
Rap
Roderick Brisco
Roderick Brisco
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shante Franklin
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
Alex Washington
Alex Washington
Songwriter
Roderick Brisco
Roderick Brisco
Songwriter
David Garcia Garci-Nuño
David Garcia Garci-Nuño
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cookin Soul
Cookin Soul
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Smokin' that gas, countin' them bags
****, we do this shit e'ry day
Poppin' them tags, we fresh on your ass
Yeah, we be drippin' like e'ry day
Ho, I'm the boss, you know I'm the man
I wake up, I feel like that e'ry day
Livin' life fast, flippin' that cash
Yeah, we be on that shit e'ry day
[Verse 2]
Smokin' that gas, countin' them bags
****, we do this shit e'ry day
Poppin' them tags, we fresh on your ass
Yeah, we be drippin' like e'ry day
Ho, I'm the boss, you know I'm the man
I wake up, I feel like that e'ry day
Livin' life fast, flippin' that cash
Yeah, we be on that shit e'ry day
[Verse 3]
I push a button to start the Rolls
Smoke bomb when I open the door
Plan of attack, get to the stacks
Slangin' raps like we slangin' crack
Got a '57 Rag out back
Got them shooters in SUV Cadillacs
Bitch, I don't smoke hookah, I smoke gas
I don't do stupid, I do the math
I'm talkin' numbers like my **** Larry June
Sippin' Clicquot in a hot air balloon
****, my cars parked, my dogs been fed and walked
I'm shootin' pool and watchin' the King of New York
I'm a boss
[Verse 4]
Smokin' that gas, countin' them bags
****, we do this shit e'ry day
Poppin' them tags, we fresh on your ass
Yeah, we be drippin' like e'ry day
Ho, I'm the boss, you know I'm the man
I wake up, I feel like that e'ry day
Livin' life fast, flippin' that cash
Yeah, we be on that shit e'ry day
[Verse 5]
Smokin' that gas, countin' them bags
****, we do this shit e'ry day
Poppin' them tags, we fresh on your ass
Yeah, we be drippin' like e'ry day
Ho, I'm the boss, you know I'm the man
I wake up, I feel like that e'ry day
Livin' life fast, flippin' that cash
Yeah, we be on that shit e'ry day
[Verse 6]
Do this shit e'ryday, all day
Y'all tracks don't get no airplay
Y'all **** don't want no gunplay
You ain't got no bread on your lunch tray
You ain't had bread under your bunkbed
Outkast like Big Boi, André
Ride chrome like Pimp C, Bun B
Made man, I come through one deep
Dope man, I feel like Nino
My Nina go where we go
Grind mode, better yet, this beast mode
Real Gs live by the G code
Stay fresh, I fly like eagle
Ball out, big man, Shaq Diesel
Trap life like this shit legal
State prop like I'm B. Sigel
Talk shit, flow cold like igloo
Glass house, girl, my shit see-through
Self-made, bitch, I don't need you
Self-made, bitch, I don't need you
Swear these hoes, they leeches
My bitch, she got that Fiji
Two hoes in my two-seater
Break bread, bitch, Derek Jeter
[Verse 7]
Smokin' that gas, countin' them bags
****, we do this shit e'ry day
Poppin' them tags, we fresh on your ass
Yeah, we be drippin' like e'ry day
Ho, I'm the boss, you know I'm the man
I wake up, I feel like that e'ry day
Livin' life fast, flippin' that cash
Yeah, we be on that shit e'ry day
[Verse 8]
Smokin' that gas, countin' them bags
****, we do this shit e'ry day
Poppin' them tags, we fresh on your ass
Yeah, we be drippin' like e'ry day
Ho, I'm the boss, you know I'm the man
I wake up, I feel like that e'ry day
Livin' life fast, flippin' that cash
Yeah, we be on that shit e'ry day
[Verse 9]
Want a house on a hill
Duffel bag, quarter mill
So I can fly away and chill
Get away from these lames
They be claiming that they real
But they all just the same
Smoke that Mary Jane, maintain
Every day, every day, all day
Had to get it in the strong way
Pumpin' nickel bags in the hallway
Got my weight up, now my gas pack
Smellin' musty like strange
Rakin' cash in, you can call me blue Benjamin
But I ain't long way
Give a fuck what a hater say
They gon' hate it on me anyway
Makin' play after play
Makin' racks off the wordplay
Ballin' on 'em like Hardaway
I finesse with the fade-away
Pockets fat, I got paid today
You ain't 'bout your racks, then stay away
You ain't talkin' racks, stay out my face
'Fore this AR air out the place
[Verse 10]
Smokin' that gas, countin' them bags
****, we do this shit e'ry day
Poppin' them tags, we fresh on your ass
Yeah, we be drippin' like e'ry day
Ho, I'm the boss, you know I'm the man
I wake up, I feel like that e'ry day
Livin' life fast, flippin' that cash
Yeah, we be on that shit e'ry day
[Verse 11]
Smokin' that gas, countin' them bags
****, we do this shit e'ry day
Poppin' them tags, we fresh on your ass
Yeah, we be drippin' like e'ry day
Ho, I'm the boss, you know I'm the man
I wake up, I feel like that e'ry day
Livin' life fast, flippin' that cash
Yeah, we be on that shit e'ry day
Written by: Alex Washington, David Garcia Garci-Nuño, Roderick Brisco, Shante Franklin
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