Mark Muzik - Day Ones (feat. Gunna Da Demon) Lyrics

Gang, early in the morning I'm deuced up, Jack tryna pop but I'm too stuck
Went to sleep, I was still booked and I woke up with these two sluts
Chained out the jail, bust the word down, break out the scale
Boxes stripped, it'd be easy, straight out the mail

Me and Danny Guap tryna lock the jail
Dizzy bitch, put her right to work, she said
Gunna, I ain't really the type to work
Five balloons, that was two fists, took two kisses, I bite the word

Block poppin', got big bangers, tell Nate Curry, get the lock poppin
Came home and these pussy niggas still cock blockin
Thot bitches still shoplifting, got a set of twins, they flight attendants
F*ck my dogs, they cock pittin

Kill a pussy, that's a rock hit
Dumb deuce, I stay high, no hand in hands, no hot piss
I putt and we drop somethin', I'm not missin
Stand tall, I'm not snitchin

50 Cali, a roof goin
That's a Lambo with the top missin
AR ain't gotta stop with it
If Beenz Mike then I'm Scott Pippen

Aim for the head, paint niggas red
I ain't in the gang, gang what I said, gang to the face
Roll up, put a stank in it
It's 17, we lit, we takin' a year

7 parkin', I wake up in bed
I'm a gun case, I'm faith in the chair
Tread below, only thing that I fear
Go get the bag, only thing that I hear

Squat out, scrap, ride out
Hit bang bang when they slide out
Play Ape gang, not Garci
Jaws like Caesars, with it when we start to draw

Gang
Gang
I done told these niggas to chill too many times
Now it's 50 inside of the Mac

Too many scratches, check out the goofy, it's not
I done proofed there's a bomb in the building
Been lettin' hoops, I surprised him and killed him
Skydived into the trap with a 9

Louboutin to Margella's flavor
I been waitin' patiently
Bow your heads and say your grace for me
I don't pray, I'm Satan, wait and see

Half a brick, now that's a major key
After this, there's no debatin', please
No more passes, bitch, I play for keeps
Poppy pass it off and wait a week

Wish it was still 28K
Blanco sound like my bitch
Chop it with a drum, get a op hit
Whoever told you that I got strips

Tell him how all my cock tip
Litty, litty, litty, litty again
Look at the, look at the flick of the wrist
Look at them, look at them niggas, it's sick

And they look at us like the niggas with bricks
18 hard on my last flip
Thousand pills, strapped with a 30
30's on me, too slow, I'm allowed to feel

By the time, f*ck you, I'ma grind forever
Got this from the muscle, f*ck a rap
This district on my bumper
It's no more passes

It's no more passes
Look at me, nigga, no more glasses
I'm with it, nigga, no more actions
I'm with it, nigga, no more captions

No filter, so skilter, I roast ya, gang
Gang
Chill, nigga
That big shit

My brother
Gang
Gang
Gang