Young Sneakz - On The Daily Lyrics

Link up with the man and we're already billin' it
If cunts rule out man's fillin' it Same way with the magnum, man's spillin' it
Spillin' them streets till their muscles diminishin
When I step out my house on streets It's peak short range these opps are imminent

No enemy land, I check my behind GC, I can't tell who's innocent
If I'm takin' a break from life to think about nights, I'll stay on my own
Take time to collect my thoughts And take them time to take touch
Some cunts on streets got bad seed, dem on their phone

Properly texted, bro, phone old
Payin' that paper, I'm steppin' up old
I'm in the bank though, tryna get real trap TV
Contemplatin' life, don't need no real ads

All of my guys just happy
G now, quick time, no lies
Just vibes and guys, but the guys are us, yeah
Out your bro, keep it low, no phones

On foot, no, no, cause they do it like us, yeah
No hours, I ain't takin' no loss, yeah
Cunts do me like dinner, my rambos timid
I swing my bitch and I kill him

My auntie tell her I'm a villain
But I'm a good dude, just brought man a million
This shotgun ain't got no safety
I double tap that lean out on Gilliam

My whole squad unwinnin
We're pirates sinnin
It's ETP, no kiddin
Climb to the top, contendin

To the teahouse, bro, bring it up, benzin
Like hard top, bro, I'll avenge
I'm always helpin
Nah, don't do neglectin

Three for me, D for you, no question
Coffee injectin', lies are affectin
Goin' IT, more like COD
Zombies, on what I can affect it

So I'm goin' in the wrong direction
You say that I want it, no pension
Still got bread, bread
Where our bridges are based

Where family main intention
A young legend, natural selection
I'm a prospect, that's really projectin
Low heads, first try interceptin

Never have a f*ckboy in our section
Cargo drops, pick up the collection
To a bro, just watch our inspection
Go in the head, but this ain't Inception

In the station, don't answer a question
AK, that's me, I'm with my bros
Slap my down for talkin' loads
Pattern of three, five, four, fifteen

I'm runnin' for faith with blood on my jeans
Upway lift, upway stage
Upway ram when he saw my blade
Upway dashin' from me on maze

I chase him down while screamin' his name
Don't need a wife, yeah, I love these bands
That's my weapon, let's throw these hands
Coulda see I did it with my shit

In this corner, ain't no stitch
If you slip, you're a man in his peak
Swing that shit with your pussy, boy, bleed
Egon run like Hide and Seek

Stack up, you're f*ckin' Neek