Day Shift lyrics

[Intro]
(Skrt, skrt)
(Tripp3 on the beat, boy)
Ayy, pour that up
n*gga, roll that up
Pick that up, pick that up
Let's go

[Chorus]
I took the racks in the middle, we aim at your temple (This is plugg music)
Young n*gga, we not one to play wit'
I get the racks all day
Buss' juugs like I work a day shift
I'm in the spot like a bachelor
n*ggas be amateur, I'm a veteran
Ain't have to call no doc' for no scrip', pourin' up some of the medicine

[Verse]
Ayy, got a bad b*tch, she so soft and so gentle
She gotta booty, thin waist like a pencil
You can't f*ck wit' me, must be on that Fentanyl
Cashin' out, cashin' out, cashin' out, cashin' out
Lil' n*ggas we at, these lil' n*ggas is brittle
The bullets in this gun look like some missiles
Separated from the broke, I separated from the fake
I separated from the hate, me and racks, we intangible
Go get some money, that's just what you better do
I give my shooter a band or two, he gon' come after you
Ate in the trenches wit' some criminals
I'm catchin' flights in different terminals
The sh*t that I stand on not bendable
Digital dash in the whip touch screen (Skrt, skrt)
I got 'em goin', they all off a bean
She take it, she eat it, the di*k she won't eat it
These n*ggas be broke, think they paraplegic
You give me a 'bow and I give you a feature (Tripp3 on the beat, boy)
You give me a 'bow and I pass you a ho
Just like Santa, I stay by a pole
This juug sh*t, sh*t, just all that I know
Shoot at that boy, he call the fo'-fo' (This is plugg music)
Too many minders, that's all that she wrote
Drip on my body, I'm fresher than soap
I hang wit' the realest, you know that bullsh*t, it won't go
Ayy, stackin' up cash, need more
If I need reinforcements, call up 44
Like your b*tch, Glock gon' blow
Put on my ice, catch a cold, man
I'm wit' the gang, got no friends
I'm wit' them boys 'til the world end
Pourin' up some of that kick stand
These n*ggas ain't havin' ten bands
I put the Glock in my right hand
I pass the Glock to my right man
Pullin' up, ending the light, man
My diamonds do all of the fightin'
[Chorus]
I took the racks in the middle, we aim at your temple
Young n*gga, we not one to play wit'
I get the racks all day
Buss' juugs like I work a day shift
I'm in the spot like a bachelor
n*ggas be amateur, I'm a veteran
Ain't have to call no doc' for no scrip', pourin' up some of the medicine

[Outro]
Skrt, skrt
Tripp3 on the beat, boy
This is plugg music