Broad Day (feat. Rich Homie Quan)

It's somethin' about them racks comin' in, 'cause when they come, they make me walk straight

And we can't go for no disrespect, 'cause I might shoot a **** broad day

We might act a fool, when in school we was trappin' in the hallways

Told myself, I'ma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day

And we gon' run it up, we gettin' it like

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh

Yeah, ridin' 'round with this fully loaded

If it's smoke like you insinuated, get up on us

Killas say the love me, I'm from Killafornia

Got the 'verty lookin' purty, ain't no ceilin' on 'em

Mansion in the tuck, couple million for 'em

We ain't boardin' flights wit' suckas without we stealin' on 'em

Doggy switched sides, but he still a homie

You can't get inside this ride, this for killas only

Statement that you gave 'em wasn't G at all

And yo' autograph was on it, I done seen it all

Big brown Bloomey bags when I leave the mall

She ain't talkin' 'bout no chili, then you need a cause

It's somethin' about them racks comin' in, 'cause when they come, they make me walk straight

And we can't go for no disrespect, 'cause I might shoot a **** broad day

We might act a fool, when in school we was trappin' in the hallways

Told myself, I'ma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day

And we gon' run it up, we gettin' it like

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh

My palms itching, rockin' Palms Angel

Prolly end up in Solano for this hot potato

I'm a hour, thirty minutes from this drop in Daygo

Exotic pops be showin' love, they sent a box of Faygos

I seen a homie mix the sauce wit' K-Roll

They called him back to get some mo' and gave that boy a halo

I'ma Northern Cali' ****, I ain't from the Bay though

Take you to 4th, where I'ma joint and I got all the say so

I would love to hear you out, ain't got the time of day though

Finna pour a four for Skeem and pour a four for Fredo

Bail my brother outta jail and put him on the label

And he ain't gotta sign nuffin,' ducats on a table

It's somethin' about them racks comin' in, 'cause when they come, they make me walk straight

And we can't go for no disrespect, 'cause I might shoot a **** broad day

We might act a fool, when in school we was trappin' in the hallways

Told myself, I'ma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day

And we gon' run it up, we gettin' it like

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh

I don't talk to twelve, can't let no cop in here

You can't get in the party, got no guap in here

Chopsticks in the kitchen, we might pop on you

I been payin' a lotta taxes, makin' five a year

I hope my baby mama don't hear this song, dawg

'Cause she gon' try and get another loan, dawg

Why my partner get indicted off a phone call?

I'ma count that money, bae, shit, hold on

We been out so long, it's time to go home

Bitch sayin' that 'cause I was humble boy for so long

I told her eat that shit up like a Coldstone

And I might have to let you know that

It's somethin' about them racks comin' in, 'cause when they come, they make me walk straight

And we can't go for no disrespect, 'cause I might shoot a **** broad day

We might act a fool, when in school we was trappin' in the hallways

Told myself, I'ma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day

And we gon' run it up, we gettin' it like

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh