F*ck the ones
Who talking bitch I'm lit
I stuff like 2 racks in my pocket
No recliner bullets empty yea
(GRAAA)
Got the baddest bitch up in the city
Swear to god she f*cking with me
Young nigga I got plenty yea
I see right through the niggas cappin
Ain't gotta lie though
Breaking through the lock door
That's what I pray for
So high I'm out of space though
Smoking gelato
Like what all in your mind
You can't finesse the grind
Got the drip slide
Open up your eyes
Get your bitch high
F*ck her then I kick her out
We dripping day n night
I know I earned my stripes
I bring that hoe to life
We copping shit so f*ck the price
Yea
She ain't never throw it back
But now she pipe down
Swear I love this f*cking feeling
Ain't been losing for a while
What's your cashapp
Spend a check you know I bring it right back
Bitches on my body cut them off
Just like a price tag
Visionary with the fake niggas
I can't trust a snake nigga
Stuck in new ways bout that money
That I made quicker
How you get paid lil nigga
You can't say to much
All my niggas dangerous
Them chases got like 50 plus
F*ck the ones
Who talking bitch I'm lit
I stuff like 2 racks in my pocket
No recliner bullets empty yea
(GRAAA)
Got the baddest bitch up in the city
Swear to god she f*cking with me
Young nigga I got plenty yea
I see right through the niggas cappin
Ain't gotta lie though
Breaking through the lock door
That's what I pray for
So high I'm out of space though
Smoking gelato
Like what all in your mind
You can't finesse the grind
Jay Allant - Day & Night Lyrics
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F*ck the ones
Who talking bitch I'm lit
I stuff like 2 racks in my pocket
No recliner bullets empty yea
(GRAAA)
Got the baddest bitch up in the city
Swear to god she f*cking with me
Young nigga I got plenty yea
I see right through the niggas cappin
Ain't gotta lie though
Breaking through the lock door
That's what I pray for
So high I'm out of space though
Smoking gelato
Like what all in your mind
You can't finesse the grind
Got the drip slide
Open up your eyes
Get your bitch high
F*ck her then I kick her out
We dripping day n night
I know I earned my stripes
I bring that hoe to life
We copping shit so f*ck the price
Yea
She ain't never throw it back
But now she pipe down
Swear I love this f*cking feeling
Ain't been losing for a while
What's your cashapp
Spend a check you know I bring it right back
Bitches on my body cut them off
Just like a price tag
Visionary with the fake niggas
I can't trust a snake nigga
Stuck in new ways bout that money
That I made quicker
How you get paid lil nigga
You can't say to much
All my niggas dangerous
Them chases got like 50 plus
F*ck the ones
Who talking bitch I'm lit
I stuff like 2 racks in my pocket
No recliner bullets empty yea
(GRAAA)
Got the baddest bitch up in the city
Swear to god she f*cking with me
Young nigga I got plenty yea
I see right through the niggas cappin
Ain't gotta lie though
Breaking through the lock door
That's what I pray for
So high I'm out of space though
Smoking gelato
Like what all in your mind
You can't finesse the grind
Who talking bitch I'm lit
I stuff like 2 racks in my pocket
No recliner bullets empty yea
(GRAAA)
Got the baddest bitch up in the city
Swear to god she f*cking with me
Young nigga I got plenty yea
I see right through the niggas cappin
Ain't gotta lie though
Breaking through the lock door
That's what I pray for
So high I'm out of space though
Smoking gelato
Like what all in your mind
You can't finesse the grind
Got the drip slide
Open up your eyes
Get your bitch high
F*ck her then I kick her out
We dripping day n night
I know I earned my stripes
I bring that hoe to life
We copping shit so f*ck the price
Yea
She ain't never throw it back
But now she pipe down
Swear I love this f*cking feeling
Ain't been losing for a while
What's your cashapp
Spend a check you know I bring it right back
Bitches on my body cut them off
Just like a price tag
Visionary with the fake niggas
I can't trust a snake nigga
Stuck in new ways bout that money
That I made quicker
How you get paid lil nigga
You can't say to much
All my niggas dangerous
Them chases got like 50 plus
F*ck the ones
Who talking bitch I'm lit
I stuff like 2 racks in my pocket
No recliner bullets empty yea
(GRAAA)
Got the baddest bitch up in the city
Swear to god she f*cking with me
Young nigga I got plenty yea
I see right through the niggas cappin
Ain't gotta lie though
Breaking through the lock door
That's what I pray for
So high I'm out of space though
Smoking gelato
Like what all in your mind
You can't finesse the grind
Writer: Jayson Rivas
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