Day In Ferndale lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Mark A)
Huh

[Verse]
Loose Cannon and Wealthy shopping, I'm in Ferndale
Three-five of— uh, you still scrumbling, tryna burn tails
Was loading Bitcoin, always missed the first bell
Winning now, still humble from my first L
Winning now, turned my first L into a lesson
Shooting down south for that sack like a Houston Texan
Ten moves ahead, checkmate, catch me Louis stepping
Time for a third charm, you know Hutch gon' do the pendant
Cartiers on, buffed up, b*tch, I'm heavy pressing
Doggy hit the crib f*cked up, blowing reggie, stressing
Who the f*ck your jeweler is? Tuck that petty necklace
Thousand dollar kicks, you see me with 'em, then I bеt he stepping
I just walk into the booth and tеll you how I'm living
You a superhero to the hoes, I'm chilling 'round the villains
Thought I lost my mind, was looking for it, then I found some chicken
Lamb' truck in Cali', catch me playing out of town ridiculous
Six of Wocky, drop it in a Red Ruby Squirt
Pocket full of pape', my friends dead like I'm Uzi Vert
Leaving Somerset, I had to up my Gucci shirt
b*tch said three words when she seen me, "Ooh, he turnt"
Said four words back like, "b*tch, you kinda ugly"
Heard being broke a joke, but I ain't never find it funny
I just wake my ass up and go and find some money
Fourteen hundred on the kicks, the soles kind of bloody
Charged up, got my b*tch cooking up like Bulma
Unky doing turnarounds with them what-you-call-its
When I was down, they ain't answer, now they know I'll never call 'em
Stacking up leashes for these hoes 'cause you know I dog 'em
Hit the corner store, I got an Everfresh
SB, DSM, b*tch, we forever stepping
Tryna wrestle? I got something that's gon' end the wrestling
Pack-A-Punch the AR-15, this a special weapon
I might go OT and never come back
Lil' freak b*tch, I'm in her walls like a thumbtack
Talking 'bout he upped some dogsh*t, he need that one cap
Heard they stuck, can't relate, I'm finna run laps
Designer bag full of sh*t, pull it out and act an ass
Late night sliding, rifle got a flash attached
Fraud guy, walking out of Chase with a bag of cash
I don't sell weed, but when I do, I'm Mister Tax-His-Ass
[Outro]
Huh, ayy, sh*tty Boyz
(Hold on, I'm 'bout to come in)
(Ayo, Mark A)