Day By Day

Nahh Forreal Ha, Nahh Forreal Pump up the jam While your feet is stomping Pussy niggas better keep running G-Lock and you know it keep dumping Ghost gun, It might jam but I'm taking that risk I'm a hop that car with my gun or fist I'm a send him a message, Why the f*ck would I diss If he thinking shit sweet, Check his name off the list If he using his feet then he better keep running If I'm using my feet then you know I keep stomping Bout to f*ck up this beat cause you know this shit bumping Bitch I started with nothing, I turned it to something It get hot in the kitchen, you know that I'm cooking If I get me a check, Take a trip out to Brooklyn If he flexing a bag then you know it get took Nigga fast on his feet, Man you know he be booking I get caught in that jam and you know I'm a hit it 12 hopped on my line, Bitch you know that I kicked it If I get me a bag then you know I'm a flip it If I get me a stick then you know I'm a dip it Ahhh, Nahh Forreal Look and Hear, The crowd is jumping Pump it up Run it up One him up, You know he fucked Throw the right and the left like a nigga name Rocky Still tight with my stick, Walking round with the glocky Said I can't go to where, Who the f*ck finna stop me Dirtyy Quig too official, How the f*ck can you copy If he copy and paste then you know he get cut And that nigga he pussy, You know he get fucked If I up with this bitch, Better run, Better duck If he ducked all them shots then you know that shit luck Pump up the jam (Pump it up, Pump it up) While your feet is stomping Pussy nigga better keep running G-Lock and you know it keep dumping If he running then he better not stop All these bird ass niggas, Man you know they going flock If bruh ready to roll then you know I'm a rock And I'm loving that sound when the glock pop his top Ghost gun it jammed, jammed, jammed Gotta nigga like damn, damn, damn, So I chop him like lamb, lamb, lamb (Nahh Forreal he get cut up like a lamb chop) Trey five seven fill him up with some holes Put that heat on his ass, Leave a f*ck nigga cold If he typing in italics then we spinning in bold I got caught in that jam, Swear to God I ain't fold Bitch I'm going for the win, Bitch I'm going for the score If she say she going leave then bitch there go the door Put my y's to the sky, Put my two's to the floor F*ck with me and my bro, Swear that bitch, She a whore Tell a nigga don't run, Tell a nigga don't trip I ain't running from shit, You can suck my dick Shooting more than some clips If you play, You get ripped Up this bitch from my hip, Taylor Port I'm a sip (Uh) Pump up the jam, So I know that you feel Got the cards in my hand, So you know I'm a deal it When I hop on the beat, Bitch you know I'm a kill it Bitch, Waddup Pump it up a lil bit more Gotta five and it come after four Make a right when you get to the store Make a left when you get to that light And they say I'm living wrong but you know I'm moving right Gotta big ass gun and it came with a sight Bitch you flexing them guns but I know you ain't tight Just cause you gotta stick, Don't mean you going shoot If I hop out the car, Bitch you know I'm a oot Put his hands in the air, Make him give up the loot If you say it's a problem, Let's get to the root If I pop out that cut, I'm trying get that nigga Clip that nigga, Forty going flip that nigga, Whip that nigga In a box we going ship that nigga, Rip that nigga (Nahh Forreal I'm telling you) Uh, Uh Day by Day Uh, Uh Day by Day Uh, Uh Day by Day Uh, Uh Day by Day