Another Day (feat. King Louie) feat. King Louie

歌詞

GANG! Louie what'chu on bro? Lil Herb Another day, another body droppin' If I go broke then I'mma rob somebody A fragile body can't survive a shotty Pump a nigga, I'll slump a nigga And I been shot at by a bunch a niggas But I'll still never run from a nigga Catch a nigga hollows flyin' for dem niggas 50 hit every last one of niggas Got some old heads that'll slump a nigga But you still can get killed by my younger niggas My young niggas hungry, put 'em on a lick And they'll take every last thing from a nigga I got hittas wit' me rollin' off a flat Now it's hittas in me, ridin' wit' this 30 I might high speed, so I think that I might go get me a Hemi Lil bro gotta 30 now it's me and 60 We ain't goin' in till them bitches empty Mally tryna make his Glock go empty Ridin' on them oppers but they block so empty Kobe make me wanna catch a body Seeking for revenge, but that's not forgiveness My niggas ridin' wit' it, they on business Shoot a brick a hunnid times, put that on Guinness My hittas know they don't condone the snitchin' Fuck a trial, broski dome the witness! Lookin' for them niggas, why they keep sneak dissin' See him in the field, up the nickel Niggas act like they pretendin' Bitch I'm in the field wit' the steel Niggas say they wanna kill me, act like they forgettin' Lil bro keep a Glock wit' 30 shots for any block Wit' red beams to help them pay attention King Louie Another day, another dollar for me Wake up and get to the money Money on me so that tool is on me If I want him gone, I'll put money on 'em AKs wit' them hunnids in 'em Let 'em up, bring out the runner in 'em Ion bop I do the money dance Pack louder than an ambulance I be goin' dumb wit' my big head friends Them new hun duns make me feelin' friends I spend hella bands on my Robin jeans Gotta get this green by any means Cop killas in the magazines From the block to the magazines I'm Mike, yo bitch Billie Jean Make her best friend lick her belly ring My life like a Belly scene Catch me flexin' in that Pelle thing Bitches want me like a wedding ring No answer I just let it ring No time to talk baby 'tml' And ion set up no voicemail M.O.B. till I D-I-E Wit' a beam on tha heat, I could shoot a bee Shoot a creep in the eye and tell 'em, "see" I told yo dumbass not to fuck wit' me No love for a bitch I just fuck and leave She just suckin' dick, and she ugly I'm sick of gettin' bands I got counterflu Killas a hit up a carnival Get shot hella times like its lots of you We DOA they can't doctor you