To the Day ft. Deante Malik & Kvstiel Lyrics

He's talkin reckless

They all misbehaving

They talk like they satan

But know that they praying

Had ya girl birthday suit happy belated

My dick's your replacement

Hit but was jaded

Dip to get fade laugh with my niggas bout how she was shakin

Shit she was sayin

You stroke like Phelps

You stabbing like jason

"My divorced husband won't come back

Vacation he's on it right now...

He's a good man but he can't pipe me down"

You count a band and don't come back around

All that shits funny but gotta spit now

(I gotta spit now!)

So

Shut the fuck up

I'm in the cut

You dumb slut

I don't give a fuck about hoes

I been chuck

Feelings to the side so side scroll for fake love

I don't give a fuck so side scroll you fake hoe

I float away

I’m blasting off into space

The dark thoughts won’t go away

They want me to rot away

Feel like I’m on novacane

But I just don’t know my fate

These niggas some hoes they fake

I’m solo but holding weight

Hope I’m close enough

(Aye)

I’m not walkin with the reaper bitch

I’m reaping what I sold and

I be seeping through my clothes

When I be seeking through my soul

I Put you creatures in a hole

Cause I don’t got no time for the BS

I do not have any regrets and

I’m a real niggas all you niggas some rejects

Young nigga got it out the mud so never tell me nothing bout my fuckin management

I’m damaging these niggas

Panicking

I got em scrambling

I’m bouta trampled em

We'll jump a nigga like a trampoline

Got a bitch who daddy look like Mr.Clean

I ain’t sippin lean

He be talking shit and I’m gone drown a nigga in some listerine

Doing different things every given moment

I’m the mothafucka who got opponents

Cause these niggas they don’t really want it

And I’m killing this shit

I engineer it as a bonus

I

Guess that I got an advantage

Get my royalties and dip off the planet

Fuck with me and you gotta meet the cannon

Blam it

Fuck it I’m changing the channel

Give me your attention

Fuck all of that mumble shit

That you think hot I dont get it

Niggas be rappin these stereotypical flows and they claim they the greatest that did it

I'm getting dough

I fuck hoes

I shoot niggas

I'm ice'd up

I sell dope

And now riding Benzes

Tell me how niggas feel

I just spit your whole discography all in one damn fuckin sentence

Got some niggas and they really dead or they locked up in prison

Claimin you ballin

You make the wrong the wrong move

Then the ball in my hand like you switched off the pivot

Soon as I thought my old team would always had my back

They throw me to the wolves like I'm Wiggins

That's what I get

Put my trust into gang niggas

Trying to end it before I begin it

My goons about that dough you misbehaving

(I float away)

I send them through your crib they fuckin glaze you

They laying in your grass

They asking

What you asking for

And you don't gotta tell me thank you

You let shit slide and niggas get to skating

You think they killin hip hop I'm the savior

You talk about you come masked up with K's but you not Micheal Myers

Boy you Micheal Mayer

(Hope I'm close enough to the day)