Craig & Day Day lyrics

[Intro]
You play too much
Now, if I get in trouble with them, I'm— I gotta live here and you don't
Don't be gettin' in it, you gon' get me in trouble
Get out the way

[Chorus]
You put the police on n*ggas, you like Craig and Day-Day
I gave that n*gga weed back, that sh*t gave me a headache
n*gga think he smokin' on 'za, that sh*t Wedding Cake
I don't f*ck with dog, why he think he gettin' a handshake?
You got a plug, but you keep fallin' off, that's a damn shame
I done ran up so many bands, they think I'm BandGang
Bro was gettin' off with that— 'til the feds came
n*ggas get some money and change up, we is not the same

[Verse 1]
I'm sick wе gotta touch dog up, he went against the grain
You should see what thеse grown n*ggas do for some f*ckin' fame
b*tch think I want some pus*y from her, I just want the brain
You gon' try to move with the b*tch like that n*gga Caine
Johnny high as hell off them pills, them b*tches man-made
The pus*y wack as hell, she got a very good head game
I knew I hit dog, all I seen was a red stain
My lil' n*gga cut with that blick, he need a Band-Aid
Your b*tch came down, I beat her down in my man cave
That money go quick, on my mama, n*gga, you better save
You signed a 360 rap deal, now your ass a slave
Dog a shooter, back then, that n*gga used to wave
I'll bet everything in my pocket you can't duck this K
I'ma always be a gettin'-money n*gga, bro, I'm stuck this way
Talkin' to myself, "Keep goin', don't never stomp your brakes"
I just sold a n*gga a whole pound that was all shake
[Chorus]
You put the police on n*ggas, you like Craig and Day-Day
I gave that n*gga weed back, that sh*t gave me a headache
n*gga think he smokin' on 'za, that sh*t Wedding Cake
I don't f*ck with dog, why he think he gettin' a handshake?
You got a plug, but you keep fallin' off, that's a damn shame
I done ran up so many bands, they think I'm BandGang
Bro was gettin' off with that— 'til the feds came
n*ggas get some money and change up, we is not the same

[Verse 2]
Told Loski stack that money up, f*ck buyin' a chain
Shot so many shots, ain't hit nobody, you got bad aim
Two guns on me in the club, I feel like Max Payne
f*ck a bustdown, I'm thinkin' about goin' to buy a plane
Blew twenty bands out here travellin', hoppin' on planes
Walk down on 'em with the Drac', shoot 'em close range
I gave a fiend a dub the other day 'cause I ain't had change
Told this b*tch I'm tryna f*ck, f*ck the talking stage