DAY ONE ft. 808RAGE Lyrics

26 grams in my fuckin' Backwood

I ain't blow up, yeah

But I know I could

I ain't get a rack, yeah

But I probably should

Brodie copped the sauce, yeah

Like I knew he would

26 grams all filled with exotic

Had to knock him out 'cause he keep talkin' that hot shit

Get me out your mouth

Why you keep ridin' my cock, bitch

Fuck is a "sha-boing-boing"

Why you actin' childish

Always actin' childish

When I see you it's on sight, bitch

7.62 on me like I got it on my right wrist

All y'all bitches playin', yeah

You know they ain't got it like him

You know he got a short temper

Don't let yourself see the light, man

Some of y'all don't be 'bout your bag and it shows

Always wastin' money, time, and that grind on these hoes

If you want it, you got to have it

You got to fuckin' know

'Cause trust, life could move faster than you could even fuckin' go

I ain't cop a check, yeah

But I know I'll get it

I wait for the drop 'cause the plug going send it

When them racks comin' through, come over and let's spend it

And that's to my bro, 'cause he know what it isn't

Think my dick broke, when this lil' bitch bent it

Rap shit cool but it going be a hot minute

'Fore I see that bag, bitch

'Fore I see that limit

Hopin' I don't crash, 'cause I ain't even finished

We can't end up like the lost ones

The ones that never copped none

The ones that could never tell you if they had it or they got none

Livin' their life behind the gun

Surrounded by bein' on the run

Same type of bitches that stay up all inside my fuckin' damn Runtz

'Cause you nothin' but a damn runt

Try to steal my flow like I ain't see it

Catchin' you frozen like paraplegic

This fire got a switch

So, you better believe it

This bitch on me, tellin' her "I ain't need it"

Like hoe, don't be so fuckin' damn conceited

Like, I ain't the one just next in line

Like my bro ain't hit it the fuckin' first time

Bitch

26 grams in my fuckin' Backwood

I ain't blow up, yeah

But I know I could

I ain't get a rack, yeah

But I probably should

Brodie copped the sauce, yeah

Like I knew he would

26 grams all filled with exotic

Had to knock him out 'cause he keep talkin' that hot shit

Get me out your mouth

Why you keep ridin' my cock, bitch

Fuck is a "sha-boing-boing"

Why you actin' childish