[Intro]
Yeah .556 gon' get his ass boot
This beat goin' dumb y'all cooked on this too
Fine shit on my dick and she callin' me boo
I pull out the stick, im like "what it do?"
I pull out the stick, this shit goin' off
Red beam on his nose, fuck nigga, Rudolph
He say he gon' shoot but the nigga too soft
You walk in my crib, yeah take ya shoes off
5jaah fuck you, bitch
Yeah
Boy-
Aye, you now listening to a DJ Estefan Exclusive
Yeah yeah yo
Boy- boy fuck you nigga!
Aimgang Radio
[Chorus]
Yeah
Yo
Yeah yeah yo
We spin on his block, lil Day in a scat
Lil Day goin' up, im runnin' up racks
Yeah infinite money, yeah i got the strats
Lil Day headshot, i knock off his hat
Yeah i call up fine shit, yeah she make it clap
Yeah Day in this bitch, i gotta watch my back
I call up my young nigga, yеah he gon' attack
Yeah brand new whip, this shit mattе black
I got too much green, my pockets real fat
He diss on the gang, lil nigga get wrapped
Yeah, just like a present
[?] to his man, got lil nigga stressin'
Yeah stop all that dissin', gotta give him a lesson
I gave him my fye, now its doin' some testing
Lil Day got racks, you know that im flexing
Lil nigga got mad 'cause his hoe keep textin'
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yo, yeah yeah yeah
Lil nigga so mad 'cause his hoe keep callin'
He say he gon' shoot, but the fuck nigga stallin'
He say he goin' up, but he keep on fallin'
Lil Day in this shit, you know i keep ballin'
Lil Day in this shit, yeah im 'bout to party
I call up lil c4sh, he say that im gnarly
This bitch on my dick, now she sayin' she sorry
My young nigga see red, yeah he like Carti
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yo
My young nigga see red, yeah i dont know what to do
He say he got fye, i know he won't shoot
Lil Day at the show, i got a new coupe
Lil Day goin' up, i stay in the stu'
I call up GT, you know thats my troops
Yeah .556 gon' get his ass boot
This beat goin' dumb y'all cooked on this too
Fine shit on my dick and she callin' me boo
I pull out the stick, im like "what it do?"
I pull out the stick, this shit goin' off
Red beam on his nose, fuck nigga, Rudolph
He say he gon' shoot but the nigga too soft
You walk in my crib, yeah take ya shoes off
[Verse 4]
Yeah, yo
Opps keep dissing, you know imma laugh
Lil nigga tried to rap, but you know he trash
Yeah .556 and i got extra mag
Yeah too many clips, they stay in my bag
Lil Day goin' up, yall niggas so mad
I took his fye, yeah thats what you had
I call up my young nigga, he tryin' not to crash
Yeah one shot, headshot just look at my bag
Lil Day go dumb when i got on my mask
Yeah too much racks, yeah i gotta stash
Yeah too many sticks, lil Day do 'em bad
Lil nigga got beef, now he wanna hash
Yah yah, yo
[Chorus]
We spin on his block, lil Day in a scat
Lil Day goin' up, im runnin' up racks
Yeah infinite money, yeah i got the strats
Lil Day headshot, i knock off his hat
Yeah i call up fine shit, yeah she make it clap
Yeah Day in this bitch, i gotta watch my back
I call up my young nigga, yeah he gon' attack
Yeah brand new whip, this shit matte black
I got too much green, my pockets real fat (Who the fuck you think you talking to, huh?)
He diss on the gang, lil nigga get wrapped
Yeah, just like a present
[?] to his man, got lil nigga stressin'
Yeah stop all that dissin', gotta give him a lesson
I gave him my fye, now its doin' some testing
Lil Day got racks, you know that im flexing
Lil nigga got mad 'cause his hoe keep textin'
Yah yah, yo