One Week歌詞

作曲 : Yaya Berete/Ethan Cumming/Julian Matsievski/Mercedes Britton
Every Monday you know we be ’bout that gun play
Every Tuesday slide up on the opps like doomsday
Every Wednesday I take the time to check my friends yeah
Every Thursday it’s a party like the weekends
Every Friday we f#ck them b#tches into Saturday
Every Sunday I send me shooter right to church
Have you ever smelt the dirt?
Pop out the corner put you on a shirt
Betta not leave your stick you know I’m wit da sh#ts
Better not go and link your b#tch you know that she my b#tch
All these n#gg#s play pretend you know I’m bout these M’s
If we run in to your #ss we leave you in the trench
And I’m steady smoking gas she wondering what it is
She know I carry them digits, she wanna have my kids
Told her stop calling my phone in the kitchen baby
Flying birds like the drone while I’m whipping baby
I can’t never stay home I’m in the trenches baby
I can never show my mom what’s in these streets baby
Where I’m from we never wrong we get it poppin baby
There’s nobody I can trust but my glizzy baby
Every Monday you know we bout that gun play
Every Tuesday slide up on the opps like doomsday
Every Wednesday I take the time to check my friends yeah
Every Thursday it’s a party like the weekends
Every Friday we f#ck them b#tches into Saturday
Every Sunday I send me shooter right to church
Have you ever smelt the dirt?
Pop out the corner put you on a shirt
Glizzy automatic try to catch me boy I doubt it
Came in with no practice tryna practice on your body
First time I seen a body it f#cked up my knowledge
I’m in these streets for real you get killed about it
I f#cked up gave my youngin pills now he catchin bodies
I’m slimey you can get killed if your nose snotty
Please don’t worry about my business
We kick your door if it’s more than 6 figures
I had no home in the trap I was living in
f#ckin with my money put you past Mars
If my shooter he killer I’m a shooting star
A shooting star, a shooting star
Every Monday you know we bout that gun play
Every Tuesday slide up on the opps like doomsday
Every Wednesday I take the time to check my friends yeah
Every Thursday it’s a party like the weekends
Every Friday we f#ck them b#tches into Saturday
Every Sunday I send me shooter right to church
Have you ever smelt the dirt?
Pop out the corner put you on a shirt