WORST DAY :( lyrics

[Intro]
Theo Zim
Yeah, and she always hurt in the worst way
Why you trippin'? It's almost my birthday
This Amiri, Outlaw what my shirt say (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm ballin' like I play for Berkeley
Not in second, in third, only first place
Don't be trippin', b*tch, I had the worst day
(A-A-Astro got it running)
Baby, only call me if it's urgent, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, and she always hurt in the worst way
Why you trippin'? It's almost my birthday
This Amiri, Outlaw what my shirt say
b*tch, I'm ballin' like I play for Berkeley
I'm one hundred percent, f*ck a survey (Yeah)
I might pop out and see you on Thursday (Yeah)
Why you wait a whole week in the first place? (Ooh, oh)
Come and get your lil' b*tch 'cause she irk me (Yeah, yeah)
She look good but this b*tch way too thirsty
I can't hydrate no lil' bitty birdie (Ooh, oh)
I can't even go out, I'm sober (Yeah)
Pray you know that I sleep with a .30 (Yeah)
If them n*ggas pop out, just alert me (Yeah, yeah) (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
[Verse 1]
Pop out on a b*tch goin' like James Worthy
Forty-two on my back 'cause my side b*tch dirty
She been going through a lot 'cause a b*tch can't hurt me
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)
I feel so damn alive, this b*tch don't deserve me
If it's not 'bout a check, then this sh*t don't concern me (What?)
I ain't sayin' it twice, you heard me (What, what?)
Too many fake n*ggas 'round me
Not in LA right now, I'm in Downey (Yeah)
Got a white b*tch staring at ground beef
Girl, I'm still the richest n*gga up in your county
Ayy, 414 sh*t, we so up now (What?)
Jungle boys sh*t, I don't know who to trust now (Yeah)
He the loudest on the 'Gram, when I see him, he a mush mouth (Shh)
Ayy, Plain Jane sh*t, you can get your ass bust down (Yeah)
Ayy, Trinidad, I be hitting my dougie
Ayy, skip the class, I do not wanna study (Yeah)
Ain't no new friends, we can't be buddy-buddy (Yeah)
I can't beef 'bout no b*tch, I don't do lovey-dovey (No)
I'm a whole blue strip, she cannot try to dub me (Yeah)
I'm a star player, she cannot try to go sub me (Yeah)
And it's not fair, n*gga, do not try to touch me
I'm swift with the stick and you n*ggas is dusty
Ooh, what's your name? (Yeah)
f*ck it, I'm naming you Downy, go 'head do your thing, yeah
Cool as a ho but I'm really surrounded by flames (Cool as a ho)
Really is a cold, cold world but somehow I'm still winning the game (Ooh, woah-oh)
[Chorus]
And she always hurt in the worst way
Why you trippin'? It's almost my birthday (Yeah)
This Amiri, Outlaw what my shirt say (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm ballin' like I play for Berkeley (Yeah)
I'm one hundred percent, f*ck a survey (Yeah)
I might pop out and see you on Thursday (Yeah)
Why you wait a whole week in the first place? (Ooh-oh)
Come and get your lil' b*tch 'cause she irk me (Gang, gang)
She look good but this b*tch way too thirsty (What?)
I can't hydrate no lil' bitty birdie (What?) (Ooh-oh)
I can't even go out, I'm sober (Yeah)
Pray you know that I sleep with a .30 (Yeah)
If them n*ggas pop, out just alert me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
I can only spit facts 'cause this sh*t too wrong (Yeah)
Yeah, narcissistic, I know that I'm on
And my b*tch, she was bad, she was bad to the bone (Yeah)
But her soul was so rotten, I left her alone
Had to throw it out
Hit from the back, snatch her back, had to blow it out
Shaking my dreads while I hit, had to grow it out
DC the Don in this b*tch, I been rollin' loud
Ain't gon' talk to that ho, I been zonin' out (Yeah, yeah)
No kizzy, my boys in this b*tch, we gon' f*ck up your city
Ain't no shortage for ammo, you know we got plenty
My b*tch got a Birkin, it's holding a semi
Had to "skrrt" through your block, introduce 'em to Whitney
Got a straight face in here while I'm clutching the glizzy
Oh, they say they don't like me, oh really, oh really?
If you really don't like it, then n*gga come kill me
Said if it's really that bad, then n*gga, pop out and come peel me
I'm still seven for seven, I'm doing no filmin'
I'ma see you Monday if I make it to Philly
Had to put Moncler on my back, it's so motherf*ckin' chilly
I just walked in the house, mama whippin' some chili
All this fussin' and G, I been hitting my wheelie
I ain't f*cking with n*ggas, it's up, I been chillin' (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna really take off, take the roof off the motherf*ckin' building
I Destructo my disc, I'ma do 'em like Krillin
Use my Piccolo powers but I'm not a villain (Grra)
I'm still numb as a b*tch, I've been losin' my feelings
Smoking Zaza, I ain't here for them pills man (Yeah)
Got a white b*tch in here snorting Dylan (Yeah)
Tryna hit from the back and go dumb if she willin'
[Chorus]
Yeah, and she always hurt in the worst way
Why you trippin'? It's almost my birthday
This Amiri, Outlaw what my shirt say
b*tch, I'm ballin' like I play for Berkeley
I'm one hundred percent, f*ck a survey (Yeah)
I might pop out and see you on Thursday (Yeah)
Why you wait a whole week in the first place? (Ooh-oh)
Come and get your lil' b*tch 'cause she irk me (Yeah, yeah)
She look good but this b*tch way too thirsty
I can't hydrate no lil' bitty birdie (Ooh-oh) (Skrrt)
I can't even go out I'm sober (Yeah)
Pray you know that I sleep with a .30 (Yeah)
If them n*ggas pop out, just alert me (Yeah, yeah)