3rd DayOut Lyrics

Ayy, I'm tryna be me, my real bro, what's up next

Yeah, yeah, yeah

It's that boy Lakaya, man

Let's see this shit

Uh, yeah

Back then, I thought I was gone

I hopped in this shit cause that money ain't done it

Hit up the door, let me go grab my youngin

Back to the hood with your trappers and junkies

Cock up, let's get this shit started

The city know who the fuck not to play with

Been doing this here long-ass town

I want some long-ass mouths, we deserve this shit

We deserve this shit, we deserve this shit

We deserve this shit, we deserve this shit

Uh, dang, now I'm walking down like we did

Manifesting, I'm protecting my crown

Aggression, all-time high right now

Blood, sweat, tears come wipe my smile

Wild, they wondering, asking me how

Legendary stacks, cause I'm whipping and baking it now

Third day, yo, on my first two days

I'm shaking, tryna make shit count

Double the bag, that's large amounts

I mean, 50s and 10s and 20s is cool

But shit, it's harder to count

Dick is a bitch, why I'm breaking it down

Thick lil' hoe had to wait for hours

Gagged for the dick, then threw her a towel

Gotta get to the money, can't sit around loungin

Point out a bitch in the crowd, pass it in loud

She gon' roll up this backwood, she not the same

We all some sinners, but we only fuck cause it feels good

Call up the gang, they rocking from Nikes to suits

But you know that it's still hood

We all gon' swing from bitches to fame

Clutching, I'm wishing a nigga would

Point out a bitch in the crowd, pass it in loud

She gon' roll up this backwood, she not the same

We all some sinners, but we only fuck cause it feels good

Call up the gang, they rocking from Nikes to suits

But you know that it's still hood

We all gon' swing from bitches to fame

Clutching, I'm wishing a nigga would