Tuesday Lyrics

Cash falling out my baggy jeans on a Tuesday

Spanish bitch tryna handle shit she in her mood swings

Damaging feel like Anakin got your boo thang

I don't feel shit bout a girl and it's okay

I could get hit by a car never looking both ways

Spraying Axe and I'm smelling like some Dolce

I just linked your bitch I want pussy she want cocaine

These Xans pressed not real how you rolling

He don't sip real Hi-Tech I made the potion

2022 putting shit in motion Quabe the wave

Rub her down in lotion soft when she on my face

I be linking older bitches never catching cases

Life is a gamble I'm just really good with faces

Put him in my shoes see how good he chase it

You ain't stack no paper

Fuck you doing picking up the razor

If you isn't strong enough I'll make ya

I was in 8th grade fucking hoes from Jamaica

Quabey baby he the savior

You not on shit I can smell it in your flavors

Scum bag vibes still balling like a Laker

Thought she died in my bed had to shake her

Dimaz with sawed off finna take ya

We got scopes so I'm feeling like a ranger

Cheating ass bitch hope my gang gon hang ya

I can't pussy so fye I'd still date her

Why in the fuck is you talking to him he's lamer

I got no fucking feelings I'm in danger

I can see her horns but that bitch still an angel

Made this shit in 10 minutes but you still a fucking hater