Lyrics

Today is a lovely day (Mak Sauce) Today is a lovely day so I Put a extendo inside of my gun I catch that nigga I swear that he done (pew, pew) Look at him run Drop my top to feel the sun Good afternoon, it is a lovely day to go slide on my opps Put one in his tummy and one in his top Catch that boy lacking, I pull out then pop Good afternoon, what was all that shit you said? Tell me again I probably didn't hear you clearly I'm boutta pop you dead in yo' head (pop, pop) I put a knife on the end of my stick I tape a clip to the end of the clip (pow pow) Nigga block got spent His homie got killed and he ain't do shit (good afternoon) It is a lovely day to go and get me some cake Put an opp on Fox, put dick in his bae Know I'm poppin' his top if he get in my way Get the drop on him and they lay where he stay My lil' bro lockdown say he buildin' a shank I was down bad, had to make somethin' shake Fuck nigga be mad cause I do what he can't (ha) I'm havin' racks in the safe Greet me by my name when I walk in the bank (let's go) I'm havin' Glocks and k's, I won't drop the ball I go hard in the paint We drop him off then we move out the way Come through like Qs Make him move out the way, he might break the news If he do the wrong thing, I ain't duckin' Or tuckin' the chain (on gang, good afternoon) It is a lovely day to go and get me some bread Fuck nigga playin', I'm makin' his bed (come here) He talk out his top then we bust at his head We probably turn his whole block into straight Catch me a opp he stretched (pow) My niggas slime like strip We up the sco' we ain't duckin' no rep Pussy ass boy, we ain't duckin' no rep Put two in his back, put one in his top Stick pop up, MJ get crossed Nigga play get flipped Nigga play get popped Doin' on God, this a whole lotta bricks Got a beam on the stick and I bet it won't miss She can suck and fuck, when she fucked, I dipped For the fuck, I ain't messin', nigga play get passin' on (ooh good afternoon) It is a lovely day to go and get a fuck boy whacked Put a laser on the Glock now the boy can't act (as fuck) Nigga they got me mad, nigga play we spazz Nigga play we crash, MJ made a bullet, make his head go down Nigga push that button, pull on his block, bust it Knew them niggas wasn't on nothin' Good afternoon, it is a lovely day to go slide on my opps Put one in his tummy and one in his top Catch that boy lacking, I pull out then pop Good afternoon, what was all that shit you said? Tell me again I probably didn't hear you clearly I'm boutta pop you dead in yo' head (pop, pop) Hold on hold on hold on... Good afternoon, it is a lovely day to go slide on my opps Put one in his tummy and one in his top Catch that boy lacking, I pull out then pop Good afternoon, what was all that shit you said? Tell me again I probably didn't hear you clearly, I'm boutta pop you dead in yo' head (Motherfuckin' wed)
Writer(s): Malik Lynch, Khalick Antonio Caldwell, Collin Woolford, Heydexter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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