"Broad Day" lyrics
(J, this shit too crazy)
In my Polo tee, I made a G, bitch, I don't cap a lot
Almost popped a fiend sellin' weed, so I don't trap a lot
My bitch mad as hell I fucked her good, now we don't talk a lot
By the time the boys go and get a warrant, it's at another spot
Yeah, this at another house, Glocky in a leather pouch
Your bitch fuck on me instead of you 'cause you ain't slut her out
Put an AK up to his lips and call it word of mouth
If my brother miss a shot, I ain't gon' trip, 'cause I'ma box you out
Nigga, I'ma box you down, hittin' licks up out of town
26 with extended clip filled with Mr. Browns
Thick bitch with some lil'-ass tits, all my bitches brown
I'm done wonderin' if it's smoke, nigga, I'm just gon' gun you down
Nigga, kill his ass broad day
Put the blicks down, we got good hands like it's Allstate
Puttin' rubber bands around the bands, make sure they all safe
(I love you, Fxce), bitch, that's what they all say
You talkin' good, bitch, show me somethin'
She ain't never seen no pape', I let her hold my money
Man, you niggas broke as hell, I can fold y'all money
I'm OT with Striker Plague, I told him sell that for me
And he sold that shit
Felony on my record, I can't even get the poles legit
Three of the same Glocks, I can't even say whose pole this is
Niggas sellin' bullshit out the pack on some bogus shit
One-forty in the Scat, man, it's hard for me to control this bitch
Nigga, I can't even drive straight
Turn the traction off, it got me trippin' out the driveway
If you ain't got my money, this gon' only end up five ways
Pull up where your mom stay like Big Worm off of Friday
Bitch, I'm in the D with it
If them niggas pop me up, I'm takin' three with me
Throw the switchy on the Glock, this bitch a streetsweeper
I be really in the water, I'm a deep-ender
You niggas don't want beef with me
My bitch don't use no teeth with it
That weed don't never get you high because you chief with it
Big-ass fifty on the Glock, this bitch gon' keep spittin'
"I ain't even know you used to scam" 'cause I'm low-key with it, nigga
It's with an X, nigga
Fxce
In my Polo tee, I made a G, bitch, I don't cap a lot
Almost popped a fiend sellin' weed, so I don't trap a lot
My bitch mad as hell I fucked her good, now we don't talk a lot
By the time the boys go and get a warrant, it's at another spot
Yeah, this at another house, Glocky in a leather pouch
Your bitch fuck on me instead of you 'cause you ain't slut her out
Put an AK up to his lips and call it word of mouth
If my brother miss a shot, I ain't gon' trip, 'cause I'ma box you out
Nigga, I'ma box you down, hittin' licks up out of town
26 with extended clip filled with Mr. Browns
Thick bitch with some lil'-ass tits, all my bitches brown
I'm done wonderin' if it's smoke, nigga, I'm just gon' gun you down
Nigga, kill his ass broad day
Put the blicks down, we got good hands like it's Allstate
Puttin' rubber bands around the bands, make sure they all safe
(I love you, Fxce), bitch, that's what they all say
You talkin' good, bitch, show me somethin'
She ain't never seen no pape', I let her hold my money
Man, you niggas broke as hell, I can fold y'all money
I'm OT with Striker Plague, I told him sell that for me
And he sold that shit
Felony on my record, I can't even get the poles legit
Three of the same Glocks, I can't even say whose pole this is
Niggas sellin' bullshit out the pack on some bogus shit
One-forty in the Scat, man, it's hard for me to control this bitch
Nigga, I can't even drive straight
Turn the traction off, it got me trippin' out the driveway
If you ain't got my money, this gon' only end up five ways
Pull up where your mom stay like Big Worm off of Friday
Bitch, I'm in the D with it
If them niggas pop me up, I'm takin' three with me
Throw the switchy on the Glock, this bitch a streetsweeper
I be really in the water, I'm a deep-ender
You niggas don't want beef with me
My bitch don't use no teeth with it
That weed don't never get you high because you chief with it
Big-ass fifty on the Glock, this bitch gon' keep spittin'
"I ain't even know you used to scam" 'cause I'm low-key with it, nigga
It's with an X, nigga
Fxce
Writer(s): Omar Perrin, Efren Blackwell
