Текст песни
Let me tell you about a day in the life
Man I got three, four fiens
And there sniffing the white
Man, I got three, four boys
They be gripping your bike
Were on a grind,
And the boys straight down For a fight
We shell a beat, and we roll a 3.5 to get high
Were all hustlers, man, we tryna do it up right
I'm on my bike, and I'm taking these calls up all night
Blue lights flash, then im busting a right
It's got me busting a light
Go, go sick, get this tune on repeat
Few shots of voddy got you moving your feet
Bae you're looking 10/10 , while you're Smoking your weed
Need for speed in the Jeep,
And were playing For the keeps
Go, go sick, CB thats my G Ktown
Shitty town full of crackheads and fiens
On this road, I don't know where it leads
Could be cold on these streets, out here aint no Peace
If you see me blacked out, I'ma take the chase
And that crop's coming down, when we raid the place
With the gloves and bally, can't see my face
And we're out all night, tryna make a raise
If you see me blacked out with the boys
Know that we're active, pulling out toys
Running for the crop upstairs, and it foys
Were the charvas on top, we smoke the Longboys, yo
We be going divvy in a diesel
Snap them locks and the rambars lethal
Owt that we do, is straight up illegal
Flow so sick, had to bring you a sequel
They're not Air Force Ones, man, they're 95s
And if we take that chase
Then we busting the lights
Look in the rear view mirror , and we dust the guys
The boys on top, and they're down for a fight