"Broad Day" lyrics

"Broad Day"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan)

It's sumn about them racks comin' in cause when they come they make me walk straight
And we can't go for no different set cause I might shoot a nigga broad day
We might act a fool in this school we was trappin' in the hallways
Told myself imma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day
And we gon' run it up we gettin' it like
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh

Yeah
Ridin' 'round wit this fully loaded
If it's smoke like you insinuated get up on us
Killas say the love me I'm from Killafornia
Got the verty lookin' purty ain't no ceilin' on 'em
Mansion inna tuck couple million for 'em
We ain't boardin' flights wit suckas witout we stealin' on 'em
Doggy switched sides but he still a homie
You can't get inside this ride this for killas only
Statement that you gave 'em wasn't G at all
And yo autograph was on it I done seen it all
Big brown Bloomey bags when I leave the mall
She ain't talkin' 'bout no chili then you needa cause

It's sumn about them racks comin' in cause when they come they make me walk straight
And we can't go for no different set cause I might shoot a nigga broad day
We might act a fool in this school we was trappin' in the hallways
Told myself imma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day
And we gon' run it up we gettin' it like
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh

My palms itchin' rockin' Palms Angel
Prolly end up in Solano for this hot potato
Imma hour 30 minutes from this drop in Daygo
Exotic pops be showin' love they sent a box of Faygos
I seen a homie mix the sauce wit KRoll
They called him back to get some 'mo and gave that boy a halo
Imma Northern Cali nigga I ain't from the Bay doe
Take you to 4th where imma joint and I got all the say so
I would love to hear you out ain't got the time of day doe
Finna pour a 4 for Skeem and pour a 4 for Fredo
Bail my brudda outta jail and put him on the label
And he ain't gotta sign nuffin' duckets onna table

It's sumn about them racks comin' in cause when they come they make me walk straight
And we can't go for no different set cause I might shoot a nigga broad day
We might act a fool in this school we was trappin' in the hallways
Told myself imma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day
And we gon' run it up we gettin' it like
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh

I don't talk to 12 can't let no cop in here
You can't get in the party got no guap in here
Chopsticks in the kitchen we might pop on you
I been payin' a lotta taxes makin 5 a year
I hope my babymama don't hear this song dawg
Cause she gon' try and get anotha loan dawg
Why my potna get indicted off a phone call
Imma count that money bae shit hold on
We been out so long it's time to go home
Bitch sayin' that cause I was humble boy for so long
I told her eat that shit up like a ColdStone
And I might have to letchu know that

It's sumn about them racks comin' in cause when they come they make me walk straight
And we can't go for no different set cause I might shoot a nigga broad day
We might act a fool in this school we was trappin' in the hallways
Told myself imma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day
And we gon' run it up we gettin' it like
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh


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