Another Day lyrics

[Intro]
GANG!
Louie what'chu on bro?

[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
Another day, another body droppin'
If I go broke then I'mma rob somebody
A fragile body can't survive a shotty
Pump a n*gga, I'll slump a n*gga
And I been shot at by a bunch a n*ggas
But I'll still never run from a n*gga
Catch a n*gga hollows flyin' for dem n*ggas
50 hit every last one of n*ggas
Got some old heads that'll slump a n*gga
But you still can get killed by my younger n*ggas
My young n*ggas hungry, put 'em on a lick
And they'll take every last thing from a n*gga
I got hittas wit' me rollin' off a flat
Now it's hittas in me, ridin' wit' this 30
I might high speed, so I think that I might go get me a Hemi
Lil bro gotta 30 now it's me and 60
We ain't goin' in 'til them b*tches empty
Mally tryna make his Glock go empty
Ridin' on them oppers but they block so empty
Kobe make me wanna catch a body
Seeking for revenge, but that's not forgiveness
My n*ggas ridin' wit' it, they on business
Shoot a brick a hunnid times, put that on Guiness
My hittas know they don't condone the snitchin'
f*ck a trial, broski dome the witness!
Lookin' for them n*ggas, why they keep sneak dissin'
See him in the field, up the nickel
n*ggas act like they pretendin'
b*tch I'm in the field wit' the steel
n*ggas say they wanna kill me, act like they forgettin'
Lil bro keep a Glock wit' 30 shots for any block
Wit' red beams to help them pay attention
[Verse 2: King Louie]
Another day, another dollar for me
Wake up and get to the money
Money on me so that tool is on me
If I want him gone, I'll put money on 'em
AKs wit' them hunnids in 'em
Let 'em up, bring out the runner in 'em
Ion bop I do the money dance
Pack louder than an ambulance
I be goin' dumb wit' my big head friends
Them new hun duns make me feelin' friends
I spend hella bands on my Robin jeans
Gotta get this green by any means
Cop killas in the magazines
From the block to the magazines
I'm Mike, yo b*tch Billie Jean
Make her best friend lick her belly ring
My life like a Belly scene
Catch me flexin' in that Pelle thing
b*tches want me like a wedding ring
No answer I just let it ring
No time to talk baby 'tml'
And ion set up no voicemail
M.O.B. 'til I D-I-E
Wit' a beam on tha heat, I could shoot a bee
Shoot a creep in the eye and tell 'em, "see"
I told yo dumbass not to f*ck wit' me
No love for a b*tch I just f*ck and leave
She just suckin' di*k, and she ugly
I'm sick of gettin' bands I got counterflu
Killas a hit up a carnival
Get shot hella times like its lots of you
We DOA they can't doctor you