THURSDAY Lyrics

Y'all find y'all ass down before I make change, make change, make change

Happy birthday, G-Baby. I love you, son

Ay, yo, J. Cole. Never speak of her again. I heard that

I get your ass

Born sinner. Ha-ha. Your mama should've swallowed ya

Because you was a born loser. Because you got Lucifer for approval

Wanna be Jigga-ass niggas and do lyrical like Nas

Old bitch-ass nigga with the sloppy flow

Got your mommy, your bitch, give me sloppy Joe

Send a kite to Sleepy Joe. Fuck your gun laws, because I got to go to war

With the music, the energy, plus G. She better than AJ

Las Vegas is not feeling me

I got them bitch-ass niggas and their feelings on a Thursday

I got them pussy-ass niggas and their feelings on a Thursday

I'm the realest on this Mount Rushmore

XK's that he already know, because he studied my whole flow

Back in October 22nd, 2012

That's when he sold his soul

Trying to compete with Ghost Coast

And you already know, I'll make your album go platinum

Yeah, niggas, you welcome

Now give me my prize before I open up

Shout out, let your baby mama give me sloppy

You fuck a piece of shit. Now your kids worship me

I got them bitch-ass niggas and their feelings on a Thursday

I got them pussy-ass niggas and their feelings on a Thursday

I'ma spank your ass, Drake

Who the fuck you talking to

Lil' Narufi-ass bitch

Go rest in your rat hole before you fuck up and snitch

Because you know I'm the shit

Find the white that I spit and hit a lick

Now go back to the studio and write that bullshit

And get off my dick before I get beyond and tell the whole world you got a little dick

Got Ghost crying in the studio and throwing hissy fits

All these sweet-ass, bitch, Ghost Coast rappers

I got them bitch-ass niggas and their feelings on a Thursday

I got them pussy-ass niggas and their feelings on a Thursday

I got them pussy-ass niggas and their feelings on a Thursday