TG Jay - Everyday Thingz Freestyle Lyrics

Whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
I don't give a fuck what a nigga got to say
Bitch I sit back count bucks and smoke my weed every day
Get my cheese stay up in my lane
Niggas is goofy niggas is lame
I want stats give a fuck about fame
Imma X factor I change the game
Bitch I hit a three for game I feel like I'm Dame
My breed different I promise I'm not the same
Not a slave you see the chains
Put diamonds on my pinky ring
Designer what I'm fitting in
I fuck her I get in
I dub her yeah I finish it
It's like MK in this bitch yeah
That boy washed he dished yeah
His bitch smell like fish yeah
I'm to gone won't miss yeah
I pull up with a militia
I pull up with heat censors
I pull up with Sativa
Yeah I'm smoking reefer
I don't fuck with eaters
But I fucked a eater
I duck out like a cheater
You won't catch me on cheaters
Give him a question Alexa
If you is broke why you flexing
His net worth like ten cent yeah you see the Benjamin's
Call me big Ben bitch
That boy cluck he simping
Rethink yo decisions
Get light up like Christmas
Don't ever get it twisted
Came from trues Glocks extended
On my grind the clock was ticking
Streetfighter the way I was kicking
He get dropped off like he dismissed
Don't ever get it twisted
I'm better fuck the mentions
Fuck the clout I'm on a mission
I'm on a road to riches
Y'all just sit back and listen
Imma give you something to hear
I'm tryna be on top for the rest of my years
What if I'm gone please stay strong
I'm beating my chest while I'm making my song
I turn around you see the Vlone
Top of the tower like King Kong
She not fucking then go home
I like it my way
Make a movie like it's Friday
I wished a nigga tried me
I got shooters right behind me
I'm to blessed just look at my rhyming
Put all the hate to rest and put it in hiding
Put a nigga to rest soon as this gun get to firing yeah

Whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
I don't give a fuck what a nigga got to say
Bitch I sit back count bucks and smoke my weed every day
Get my cheese stay up in my lane
Niggas is goofy niggas is lame
I want stats give a fuck about fame
Imma X factor I change the game
Bitch I hit a three for game I feel like I'm Dame
My breed different I promise I'm not the same
Not a slave you see the chains
Put diamonds on my pinky ring
Designer what I'm fitting in
I fuck her I get in
I dub her yeah I finish it
It's like MK in this bitch yeah
That boy washed he dished yeah
His bitch smell like fish yeah
I'm to gone won't miss yeah
I pull up with a militia
I pull up with heat censors
I pull up with Sativa
Yeah I'm smoking reefer
I don't fuck with eaters
But I fucked a eater
I duck out like a cheater
You won't catch me on cheaters
Give him a question Alexa
If you is broke why you flexing
His net worth like ten cent yeah you see the Benjamin's
Call me big Ben bitch
That boy cluck he simping
Rethink yo decisions
Get light up like Christmas
Don't ever get it twisted
Came from trues Glocks extended
On my grind the clock was ticking
Streetfighter the way I was kicking
He get dropped off like he dismissed
Don't ever get it twisted
I'm better fuck the mentions
Fuck the clout I'm on a mission
I'm on a road to riches
Y'all just sit back and listen
Imma give you something to hear
I'm tryna be on top for the rest of my years
What if I'm gone please stay strong
I'm beating my chest while I'm making my song
I turn around you see the Vlone
Top of the tower like King Kong
She not fucking then go home
I like it my way
Make a movie like it's Friday
I wished a nigga tried me
I got shooters right behind me
I'm to blessed just look at my rhyming
Put all the hate to rest and put it in hiding
Put a nigga to rest soon as this gun get to firing yeah