"On A Tuesday" lyrics
Turnin' up on a Tuesday, yeah
Turnin' up on a Tuesday, yeah
Lil' bitch gone off the D'USSÉ (Xair, let me get that motherfucker)
Yeah, nigga, what?
We turnin' up on a Tuesday
And I got your bitch gone off the D'USSÉ
I'm gettin' paper, give a fuck about what you say
Take a nigga bitch, I'm in her mouth just like some toothpaste
I'm in a new coupe with a new bitch
I'm goin' stupid, we finna be too rich
They like, "Damn, Luh Tyler, I cannot, that nigga too lit"
Take a nigga bitch and dog her out, just call me Scooby
Know I need my pockets fat, Rick Ross shit
I'm a boss nigga so I need a boss bitch
Throw my dawg the sack, he gon' Randy Moss shit
I'm drugged out, niggas know I'm on that raw shit
I gotta put my nigga on, I can't get rich alone
I had to cut lil' mama off, I left that bitch alone
White boy, he got that gas, look like Post Malone (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga got the city turnt, we finna get it on (Yeah, yeah, nigga)
Like, what it do?
This a bad yellow bitch, this ho look just like Pikachu
I ain't fuckin' with these hoes 'cause they love to pick and choose
I ain't chasin' after bitches, nigga chasin' after blues
Better go and get some paper, get the fuck up off the couch
When I open up my mouth and talk, nigga, bling-blaow
See a nigga comin' up, she wanna join the team now
Nigga chasin' after paper, yeah, we gettin' green now
Smokin' on exotic gas, I ain't fuckin' with no lean
Baby girl, you not my lover, feelin' like I'm Billie Jean
These niggas undercover snake, man, them niggas really green
Nigga hatin' on me, probably livin' what this nigga dream
Gas in a vacuum seal, nigga, you can't even smell
High as fuck with dark shades on, you can't even tell
Kiki blowin' up my phone, I let it ring just like a bell
Doin' magic in the booth, you'd think a nigga writin' spells (Yeah)
But I ain't writin' nothin' down
Say I'm snappin' in this rap, these niggas like the way I sound
Nigga headed to the top, no, I ain't tryna see the ground
I just cut my bitch off, I sent her to the lost and found
Niggas chasin' after paper, know we tryna run it up
When that check hit, nigga, we gon' put a hundred up
Gettin' hot up in the booth, got a nigga burnin' up
When we step up in the club, these niggas know we turnin' up
Like I'm playin' with a Ouiji board, I pull up in a Ghost
I'm with Lil' Justin turnin' up, I got your bitch front row
Nigga, we don't need no kiwi, finna kick the front door
Nigga, this exotic gas, we smokin' on that Runtz, bro
Know I'm snappin' on this rap, I don't gotta do no braggin'
And I got them racks on me, got a nigga pants saggin'
Had to cut the lil' ho off, she keep doin' all that naggin'
Nigga say they fuckin' with ya but they really out here flaggin'
(Yeah, nigga, I don't do no braggin')
(Yeah, she keep doin' too much naggin')
(Nigga, man, these niggas really flaggin')
(Yeah, yeah, ski)
Turnin' up on a Tuesday, yeah
Lil' bitch gone off the D'USSÉ (Xair, let me get that motherfucker)
Yeah, nigga, what?
We turnin' up on a Tuesday
And I got your bitch gone off the D'USSÉ
I'm gettin' paper, give a fuck about what you say
Take a nigga bitch, I'm in her mouth just like some toothpaste
I'm in a new coupe with a new bitch
I'm goin' stupid, we finna be too rich
They like, "Damn, Luh Tyler, I cannot, that nigga too lit"
Take a nigga bitch and dog her out, just call me Scooby
Know I need my pockets fat, Rick Ross shit
I'm a boss nigga so I need a boss bitch
Throw my dawg the sack, he gon' Randy Moss shit
I'm drugged out, niggas know I'm on that raw shit
I gotta put my nigga on, I can't get rich alone
I had to cut lil' mama off, I left that bitch alone
White boy, he got that gas, look like Post Malone (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga got the city turnt, we finna get it on (Yeah, yeah, nigga)
Like, what it do?
This a bad yellow bitch, this ho look just like Pikachu
I ain't fuckin' with these hoes 'cause they love to pick and choose
I ain't chasin' after bitches, nigga chasin' after blues
Better go and get some paper, get the fuck up off the couch
When I open up my mouth and talk, nigga, bling-blaow
See a nigga comin' up, she wanna join the team now
Nigga chasin' after paper, yeah, we gettin' green now
Smokin' on exotic gas, I ain't fuckin' with no lean
Baby girl, you not my lover, feelin' like I'm Billie Jean
These niggas undercover snake, man, them niggas really green
Nigga hatin' on me, probably livin' what this nigga dream
Gas in a vacuum seal, nigga, you can't even smell
High as fuck with dark shades on, you can't even tell
Kiki blowin' up my phone, I let it ring just like a bell
Doin' magic in the booth, you'd think a nigga writin' spells (Yeah)
But I ain't writin' nothin' down
Say I'm snappin' in this rap, these niggas like the way I sound
Nigga headed to the top, no, I ain't tryna see the ground
I just cut my bitch off, I sent her to the lost and found
Niggas chasin' after paper, know we tryna run it up
When that check hit, nigga, we gon' put a hundred up
Gettin' hot up in the booth, got a nigga burnin' up
When we step up in the club, these niggas know we turnin' up
Like I'm playin' with a Ouiji board, I pull up in a Ghost
I'm with Lil' Justin turnin' up, I got your bitch front row
Nigga, we don't need no kiwi, finna kick the front door
Nigga, this exotic gas, we smokin' on that Runtz, bro
Know I'm snappin' on this rap, I don't gotta do no braggin'
And I got them racks on me, got a nigga pants saggin'
Had to cut the lil' ho off, she keep doin' all that naggin'
Nigga say they fuckin' with ya but they really out here flaggin'
(Yeah, nigga, I don't do no braggin')
(Yeah, she keep doin' too much naggin')
(Nigga, man, these niggas really flaggin')
(Yeah, yeah, ski)
