HAVE A NICE THURSDAY! ft. $olis, DizDizaster, Kwito, reap & Klover Lyrics

Black rover truck

Yeah I'm lookin' for some stack

And shorty wanna fuck

Well I'm looking for the bag

Get the fuck up out my face

Got the rouger on my lap

And I'm aimin' let hit

Shorty fuck about yo man

I blast

Totin a pistol shootin' to it last

Ak on my waist when I pull up hella fast

N alan he a bitch when I see him ima stab

Bitch get back

Get whacked

Bitch I'm stacked

Never been rich but don't care about a tag

N Brodie he a bitch when I see him Ima pack

Get the money then I dip

Only care about the bands

Shorty stayin' on my dic

Buh I swear she got a man

Fucked up fucked up

Call you smith and wesson

Cause you are not the best in this

Challenge, Palace

Seem so callous

I'm telling you the truth, fool

I'm feelin' brutal

Foolish lookin' move, oh

Publix fruit bowl

Callin this murder

Nothin unheard, er

I'm going further

No record, er

Hear the cheering crowd

It's humiliation

New verse, now

Call this mutilation

Boy went crazy on that like

I ain't even gonna lie bruh

That shit was tough but

I think it's my turn real quick, so hold up

Alan he a bitch

Ima shoot em wit the stick

Man I got a 40 drum

But you got a little clip

Ima take you on the ground

Man I gotta take a flick

Ima pull up with the gang

Finna pull up with the clique

Talkin all that shit and ima have you do the race

And I just pull up with my money ima have you do the chase

And I just came up on the beat I put a blicky to ya face

And why you beggin' me for songs ima do it at my pace

And ima show you that I do it why you rappin' over beats

And I just came up with the gang and I'm finna have you take a seat

And why you beggin' me for mercy why you begin' me for feats

Heard you on a podcast said you like the feet

Fuck do you mean

You not fucking with reap

All these pussy mfers

Yea they tryna be me

Think they got my flow

Think they got my voice

Yea they swear we the same

But you never made no noise

Yea I came wit a k in the name of the game

Got these pussy mfers thinking they can get paid

Imma spray till you pray to a god

You're insane

You ain't gang

Tryna swerve in my lane

22 tips

Got .22 bullets

I don't give a single fuck how these mfers do it

Cause they swear they tuff

Till they popped in the head

Got blood spilling out

Pussy boy ur dead

So you

Better find an exit

Or this might be your worst day

Watch how I crept

In the god damn doorway

So watch you say or

You better watch your mouth

Yea

Well either you're dead

So welcome to the reapers house

Ain't nobody coming close

When Goobers bangin' it with the ghosts

Aye

Fully loaded smith & wesson

So just keep on talkin' bitch and it's red that you be dressed in

Pussy locked up in my sights so he better go learn that lesson

Or ima let a couple fly at his head with no discretion

Said aye, aye, bitch

Really think you all that shit?

I don't wanna use no clip

But you gon make it pop real quick

Fuck

Whippin shit up getting loud on a Thursday

Ops in the back hit 180 on the getaway

Everything a blur got me feeling like I'm Usain

Pedal to the ground pray that ima see another day

Shut the fuck up or ima give your ass a new face

Way too fuckin clean I ain't ever gonna need a case

New kids up in town but you better keep with this pace

We ain't slowin' down like a ghost gone with no trace