BROAD DAY ft. ADAWG & Lil freddo Lyrics

Blick a nigga down in broad day

Go back to the hood to celebrate

1 opp 2 opp 3 opp the goal is 8

5 ain't gone hesitate to shoot the K

Yea no stock pull up with the drac

Bitch I'm trying score I'm like golden tate

And I got court in the morning might just do the race

I can't keep control of my kids buss all on her face

Yeah I got case still pending I'll bin the block

We got ars and glocks and they deadstock

All that dissing on the net gone get yo mans shot

Told gang when they catch him bring me back his dread locks

Pussy tried to run blow that bitch make his legs lock nigga

You don't really want no smoke

Hit his ass with that choppa put them bitches in his throat

He don't want no smoke with me cause niggas knowing I'm the goat

If I run into the opps im gone blow that's fosho

No cap twan soldin' up the trap

Gang got a lot guns knocking niggas off the map

All the opps broke asf sharing clothes in the trap

That nigga died thats his fault he got caught wit out the strap foreal

Bitch we really in that field

Nigga think I hit his bitch so they went to dr phill

Fat niggas wanna beef till they scared like they still

Niggas fake steppin fake pressing

Pushing weight at 13 niggas seen me bench pressing

Na niggas want my life

Found out I'm paying dirt cheap na they want my price

Hit it for a hour and put her out this bitch can't spend the night

Blick a nigga down in broad day

Go back to the hood to celebrate

1 opp 2 opp 3 opp the goal is 8

5 ain't gone hesitate to shoot the K