Good Day ft. Kill3ill Lyrics

Today day was a good day

I put another ten up, you already know how I get it

I'm in the booth right now with a ten in my hand

Cause this shit can't even fit in my Britches

Niggas ain't real, how the fucc you gon' cross out ya patna

When them the only niggas riding with you

I stayed down & I grind for this shit, I played my part & my roll lil nigga

Niggas be fake ain with it

That the type of shit a get a nigga slimed out

Bitch I ain't doin' no kissin

You either fuckin right now or getting the fuck out

I lost boot & meechi

This shit hurt my soul, got a nigga feelin' different

Percocet to the face got my body itching

Nigga I'm up a whole hundred, that's what swipin' get ya

I remember them hard times, I couldn't sleep I was struggling

So I was plotting to rob the neighbors

I don't need no handouts, ion even fucc with you niggas

What the fucc Ima do with your favor

Lil Pink pill hit like a boxer

Told KK to chill we be poppin' these percs on the daily

You no more money, more problems

But fuck it, I'm takin' this risk cus this the shit that made me

Now this the life I chose ion regret shit

Cus I already know what come with this shit

Niggas tried to double cross, I come bacc & I triple cross got in with his bitch

I live daily ion plan shit

I earned what I got put carti on my wrist

Bitches be lyin, bitches be trippin

That's why you gotta keep them hoes up out your mix

Today was a good day

I just seen bout a hunnidk ran it with hunnidk

You can call me the coach of the year

I swear to god I just coordinated up another play

Runnin them bows up & down interstate

A1 serve, feeling like its Chic-Fil-A

J's love me, eat this shit up like dinner date

On point at all times watch my bacc cus these niggas fake

See ima low key nigga

I know for a fact that these niggas hate

I swear I can sell you a P, nigga, shit in the mail and it gotta make it

I stayed down till I came up, I'm a real nigga, I ain't gotta fake it

If you try to rob , bitch, you gotta take it

Move presidential like I'm Ronald Reagan

Movin' presidential like I'm Obama's son

I be fuckin' on her, keep my hand on my gun

Can't pull over, livin' life on the run

When I get off these papers, you fuck niggas done

And you fuck niggas done and I stamp that

Put this shit on they head like a snapback

I done fell down, but I bounce back

Know we can fuck, but don't post me on Snapchat

And I stamp that

Today day was a good day

I put another ten up, you already know how I get it

I'm in the booth right now with a ten in my hand

Cause this shit can't even fit in my Britches

Niggas ain't real, how the fucc you gon' cross out ya patna

When them the only niggas riding with you

I stayed down & I grind for this shit, I played my part & my roll lil nigga

Today was a good day

I just seen bout a hunnidk ran it with hunnidk

You can call me the coach of the year

I swear to god I just coordinated up another play

Runnin them bows up & down interstate

A1 serve, feeling like its Chic-Fil-A

J's love me, eat this shit up like dinner date

On point at all times watch my bacc cus these niggas fake

Today day was a good day

I put another ten up, you already know how I get it

I'm in the booth right now with a ten in my hand

Cause this shit can't even fit in my Britches

Niggas ain't real, how the fucc you gon' cross out ya patna

When them the only niggas riding with you

I stayed down & I grind for this shit, I played my part & my roll lil nigga