Another Day ft. Buda Lyrics

Yeah, killa, yeah, bitch

I'm shopping at Neiman's, I had to text my new, semen, demon

Every time I talk the real niggas, know I'm preachin

Hit his bitch from the back, had her screechin

Every time I meet with this bitch, she be freakin

I don't gotta play the game, cause I'm teachin

Stupid dumb bitch, suckin' dick like she teethin

Bitch tried to keep my car, she was trippin

Bitch asked about my other hoe, she be trippin

This nigga talkin' bout bands, but it's fiction

Fuck a new bitch every week in my kitchen

Bitch asked for a band, think I'm simpin

Who the fuck told y'all I was outside trickin'

FN in my pants, got me limpin

Bullets hit his neck, had to leave his ass twitchin

I got love for my bitches like I'm pimpin

Told my nigga, if you do the drill, no witness

Save the best for the end, like it's Christmas

Real nigga came from the bottom of the trenches

If he snitched on the gang, give him stitches

Poke around in your bitch mouth like I'm a dentist

This bitch ass so fat, got me hunchin

The clothes on my body, got her lookin' like I'm punchin

I don't even wanna fuck I like the suction

The way she suck a nigga up, damn, I can't function

Lil homie can't talk, he be mumblin

It's probably all the bodies that he seen after dumpin

Every time I pull up to the function

Speakers steady bumping I stay on that fuck shit

Yeah, I stay on that fuck shit

I was really broke till a nigga started hustlin

Some niggas get a bag and then a nigga try to fumble it

If I get the bag, I'ma never stop runnin

If I fuck her right here, she gon' never stop cummin

If I fuck her right here, she gon' never stop cummin

Got a bag full of money and that shit weigh a ton

I just faced 10 blunts, I don't even feel numb

Tell her break my heart if I wanna feel some

I was toting on drugs and a Mac and a gun

I ain't never hesitate if I want take his funds

I can't beef with you nigga, I know you a bum

Told her pass the bottle , I don't even fuckin' drink man

I just smoked 10 blunts, I can't even fuckin' think man

Man I need a new lung tell that bitch, give me three bands

Put the chop to his gun, now that nigga wan break dance

Nigga tryna be my opp, but he always wanna shake hands

Punch him in his mouth, I don't even fuckin' play that

You think I can't take your bitch, why you say that

You know if I send them shots, she never go back

Boy, why you call the cops, you ain't blow back

Nigga, diss the don, now that nigga got a toe tag

Bitch said I'm broke, tuh show racks

I'll whip out 50 racks, get your bro whacked

By a show of hands, who really love me though

By a show of hands, who really sellin' dope

How you got a band and you don't got a pole

If I cheat on you once, then you gotta go

Your revenge is the sex my revenge is the bag

Bitch, why is you mad

I could see it now though for real