Broad Day Lyrics

(Jumpin' out broad day, my brudda fuck with you the long way)

(Jumpin' out broad day, drugs I'm knowin' this the wrong way)

(Yeah)

Jumpin' out broad day

If you my brudda, fuck wit' you the long way

I cope with drugs, I'm knowin' this the wrong way

Soon they gon' see me walking on the runway

We with the model bitches, and the broads

We got some foreign hoes, and some cars

She threw it back I had to fuckin' pause (Holy shit)

Man that shit had me droppin' my jaw

I'm with the squad

Just like I'm Fetty Wap

I hit the scene, pocket bussin' with plenty guap

All these bitches been hoes and that's jus' how it goes so I really ain't chillin' with many thots

No wonder you cloned him, you the son of my son you a whole damn MiniBot

That boy he is not on my radar, I'm not worried that boy a whole damn MiniOpp

Plenty talk, they don't talk when the glock shot

Plenty hot, they not hot when the block hot

I'm wit' my bruddas we spin yo block in a hotrod

I spin his block like a carousel (Fuck!)

Windows down, two shots to the head, I done made that boy die like farewell

We goin' up like a stairwell

You ain't connect no shots like a Bluetooth ain't pair well

I seen this shit in my vision, and no I'm not trippin

I can't even re-up on my goddamn prescription, cause my plug be trippin

Drugs be the only thing that make me feel like I'm living

So we catch him slipping, it's up

They sippin' beer it look like someone pissed in they cup

You beat the pussy up wrong

Last bitch said you left the kitty hissin' or sumn

Sip on Patron

Bad bitch tryna take off the VLONE

Ion even know what drugs that we on

I just been on some shit that that boy will never be on

I took me a whole now I'm seeing in neon

Try me get rocked like Leon

Run up, it get hot like the heat on

I just been ten toes, always gotta have my feet on

Never fuckin' wit these peons (Nah!)

Jumpin' out broad day

If you my brudda, fuck wit' you the long way

I cope with drugs, I'm knowin' this the wrong way

Soon they gon' see me walking on the runway

We with the model bitches, and the broads

We got some foreign hoes, and some cars

She threw it back I had to fuckin' pause (Yeah, Huh)

Ima give her a round of applause

Last name Smith, but no I'm not Willow

And he switched for a bitch, yeah he talking to the pillow

And you said that I'm a bitch, but is that really how you feel tho?

How you sitting on the bench, but you saying that you field grown?

Two-tone rolls, and two-tone hoes

It feel just like home when I'm too stoned

And your bitch wan' bone, but right now I'm gone

Told her hit up Stik if I take too long

Try to take a hit, but that shit too strong

I jus' might throw up

You brought a bottle in this bitch then pour up

Model bitch in the crib she smokin' doja (Doja, Doja)

That boy family never got closure (Closure)

Throw up the bands like so what (So what)

They jus' been talking don't know us (Know us)

That's just how that shit go

We get shit gone, and stepped on

Rappers buy a chain and now all of they fuckin' bread gone

Bread on me

They tread on me

Lead on me

Last boy ran up dead on me (On God!)

(Jumpin' out broad day)

(Soon they gon see me walkin' down the runway)

(I cope with drugs I'm knowing this the wrong way)

(We got some foreign hoes and some cars)

(We with the model bitches and the broads)

(She threw it back I had to fuckin' pause)