Day Room Lyrics

Hit with that, choppa don't get hit with that

It's a wrap, get the strap I never lack

She a treesh, sucking dick she into that

Don't show my hand, pity pack

Hit with that, choppa don't get hit with that

It's a wrap, get the strap I never lack

She a treesh, sucking dick she into that

Don't show my hand, pity pack

Get that thing, Lil Birdy let it sing

What you think, nigga run a drug ring

My nuts hang, I don't do that love thing

Cold hearted, I don't do that love thing

What a treesh, she suck at him, she suck at me

I don't beef, unless the shit comes to me

Oh we deep, real rights, they under me

No drum kit then, don't come for me

You bullet proof, yeah that's in the booth

You getting money, yeah well, where the proof

We shooting people, nigga just shooting hoops

We shooting people, nigga just shooting hoops

You tough, nah you day room

Keep winning, watch them hate you

Keep Sinning demon to you

Shoot em, pray, God will give you

Hit with that, choppa don't get hit with that

It's a wrap, get the strap I never lack

She a treesh, sucking dick she into that

Don't show my hand, pity pack

Hit with that, choppa don't get hit with that

It's a wrap, get the strap I never lack

She a treesh, sucking dick she into that

Don't show my hand, pity pack

You tough, nah you day room

Keep winning, watch them hate you

Keep Sinning demon to you

Shoot em, pray, God will give you