THESE DAYS
Lyrics
I just killed lil' momma for fun on a week day
Gucci, Louie, Saint Laurant on the week days
I've been sober for so long I might need yay
I can't get my favorite strain I need some PK
None of my bitches get along I need a 3 way
They gripping hard on my baton like a relay
Broke boys got it wrong we don't relate
Spending money by the thousands now these days
Counting up so much money my thumb went numb
She hit my phone and then I fucked her in her buns
You really trippin' I just do this shit for fun
Bad lil' vibe she rolled my blunt and drank my cum
When I get bored I get high, I'm so buzzed
Never bored I stay up, I take drugs
So much happened now I fell in love with lust
You cross me once, now that's it there's no love
Yea I just killed lil' momma for fun on a week day
Gucci, Louie, Saint Laurant on the week days
I've been sober for so long I might need yay
I can't get my favorite strain I need some PK
None of my bitches get along I need a 3 way
They gripping hard on my baton like a relay
Broke boys got it wrong we don't relate
Spending money by the thousands now these days
Aye watch yo time I got places I gotta be yea
I'm terrified of wasting time not on me yea
I like my bitches real freaks all on me yea
Burning money on Percocets and THC yea
I'm not worried I just plant another tree yea
Her ass so fat I might go and plant my seed yea
Aye bend it back, she'll do things you'll never see yea
I got tracks, but you'll probably never see yea
Crashed a Grom doing wheelies I'm a fiend yea
Oh that's your mom? Why she feeling up on me yea
I'm a dog but my bitches wear the leash yea
Put her on pause imma hit it when I'm free yea
Missed your call I was fucking on this beat yea
Swear to God, and I swear this talk ain't cheap yea
Custom cars and I'm burning down the street yea
Taking off and I'm watching for police yea
Yea I just killed lil' momma for fun on a week day
Gucci, Louie, Saint Laurant on the week days
I've been sober for so long I might need yay
I can't get my favorite strain I need some PK
None of my bitches get along I need a 3 way
They gripping hard on my baton like a relay
Broke boys got it wrong we don't relate
Spending money by the thousands now these days
I just killed lil' momma for fun on a week day
Gucci, Louie, Saint Laurant on the week days
I've been sober for so long I might need yay
I can't get my favorite strain I need some PK
None of my bitches get along I need a 3 way
They gripping hard on my baton like a relay
Broke boys got it wrong we don't relate
Spending money by the thousands now these days
Counting up so much money my thumb went numb
She hit my phone and then I fucked her in her buns
You really trippin' I just do this shit for fun
Bad lil' vibe she rolled my blunt and drank my cum
When I get bored I get high, I'm so buzzed
Never bored I stay up, I take drugs
So much happened now I fell in love with lust
You cross me once, now that's it there's no love
Yea I just killed lil' momma for fun on a week day
Gucci, Louie, Saint Laurant on the week days
I've been sober for so long I might need yay
I can't get my favorite strain I need some PK
None of my bitches get along I need a 3 way
They gripping hard on my baton like a relay
Broke boys got it wrong we don't relate
Spending money by the thousands now these days
Aye watch yo time I got places I gotta be yea
I'm terrified of wasting time not on me yea
I like my bitches real freaks all on me yea
Burning money on Percocets and THC yea
I'm not worried I just plant another tree yea
Her ass so fat I might go and plant my seed yea
Aye bend it back, she'll do things you'll never see yea
I got tracks, but you'll probably never see yea
Crashed a Grom doing wheelies I'm a fiend yea
Oh that's your mom? Why she feeling up on me yea
I'm a dog but my bitches wear the leash yea
Put her on pause imma hit it when I'm free yea
Missed your call I was fucking on this beat yea
Swear to God, and I swear this talk ain't cheap yea
Custom cars and I'm burning down the street yea
Taking off and I'm watching for police yea
Yea I just killed lil' momma for fun on a week day
Gucci, Louie, Saint Laurant on the week days
I've been sober for so long I might need yay
I can't get my favorite strain I need some PK
None of my bitches get along I need a 3 way
They gripping hard on my baton like a relay
Broke boys got it wrong we don't relate
Spending money by the thousands now these days
Writer(s): Clay Carter
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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