EVERYDAY G (feat. T•A•I & SOSSA)

A.J.K

Everyday I keep it G

Gray 3, never change from being me The money see and follow me

The bitches love how they be loving me And how I repeat

Put kitty on heat And my cadence when I'm packing in my meat

How I let you breathe, get it breezy with the sheets

I fuck the world so it's coming for me I switch the currency, it pay me in money

Ask them what they want from me They never put in work, nothing comes free

Motherfuckyou pay me, pay me On an average, I put in my best

Fucking ask me why I'm called up to the test I work so hard man, I don't know how to rest

Value on my face, history's the rest Everyday I keep it G

Grade 3, never changed from being me The money see and follow me

The bitches love how they be loving me And how I repeat

Bukiddy on heat And my cadence when I'm poking in my meat

How I let you breathe, get it breezy with the sheets

K-I-B-R-I-S Shooters hold it down like we

R-I-C-S Told us dumb it down but we

Can't fight this Coming for my crown but please

Not like this Came from underground like trees

Got ripe quick Now I'm feeling fly like bees

No kite shit Never leave your pie around me

Or I'll swipe it treat the chopper like good weed

How we light shit You wonder if you gave me a green light

But then I'd approach you Brown liquor ain't cheap wine

We fuck like we posed too I put up the V sign

We repping the whole crew We living that sweet life

Despite what we go through The fact that we told you

These other **** lame They pretend do you wrong

And laugh about how they sold you But you take them right back wontchyou

You take them motherfuckers right back wontchyou

Every day I keep a G Grade 3 never changed from being me

The money see and follow me The bitches love how they be loving me

I told my mama I'd do this so I can get her her own

She ain't know what I meant I'm trying to give her the throne

I'm trying to give her the crown With all the rubies and stones

And I'ma blow a bag with all my slimes Cause they never fold

Woah Stone cold how we killing the flow

Always waking and baking So you know we got dough

I've been cooped in the basement Trying to work on my flows

But if a **** get cocky Bury him in the snow

They ain't know between the hustle was the genesis

Now they catching on seeing where the records is

And all these records got me feeling like a therapist

Cause they practice what I preach I guess the verse is lit

All these bitches the same She a wife or a thot

I got one from the hood Magic hands in the pot

And her booty the fattest But she do talk a lot

My other girl is a freak She be smoking a lot