Day After Day lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay]
Hmmm–AHHHHH! (It's a Wayne beat)
How the f*ck?
How the f*ck did–alright, okay
How the f*ck did–Hmmm–AHHHH!
Hmmm–AHHHH!
How the f*ck this b*tch say–AHHHH!
Alright
Aye, how she gon' just–Alright
She gon' just walk–Alright
She gon' just leave—Alright, okay
AHHHH!
Damn


[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Why the f*ck?–AHHHH!
How the f*ck this b*tch say she love me, then she walked out on me?
Mad as f*ck this b*tch called my phone, she don't talk 'bout nothin'
b*tch told me take–AHHHH!
b*tch want me to Cash App her–Ahhh–Say she need some money
All this f*ckin' paper all around me, [?] (Ahhh)
I just woke up with a church girl on a early Sunday
Early bird–Ahhh, f*ck!
Early bird get the wor–Ahhh
Early bird get the worm first on a early Monday
b*tch got Cinnamon Toast Crunch, she ain't got to milk
n*gga say he was gon' lock and shake, you is not no Pit
How the f*ck this b*tch ain't got no titties, but her nipples thick?
AHHHH!
AHH–AHH–AHH!

[Verse 2: GrindHard E & YN Jay]
How the f*ck this b*tch coochie st–Ahhhh
How the f*ck this b*tch coochie tight, but her booty loose?
b*tch throwin' ass butt naked, throwin' dookie juice
If she ain't f*ck me, she f*cked Louie Lou
White girl wanna 8Ball, but she ain't shootin' Pool (AHHHH!)


[Verse 3: YN Jay]
Told my Granny "Teach me how to dance", I was new to blues
I just f*cked this old school b*tch, say she knew the blues
Started sparkin' mid shoot–Ahhhh
Started sparkin' mid shootout, had to shoot and move
I just stepped in some dog sh*t, I got dookie shoes
I know a n*gga eat the cat, call it Coochie Food
I just drunk a 8 of Wockhardt, got me woozie-woo–Ahhhh
Damn
I was up 100, even if I was losing too
Mad as f*ck in the club, I forgot my yeah
Big b*tch tried to ride my bike, damn near broke my Pegs
Run up so much muthaf*ckin' money, almost broke my legs
Plug called, said he got some drank, I just hope it's Red
.223's hit a n*gga skull, almost broke his head
b*tch said she wanna be my b*tch, you must be misled
b*tch wanna hold $100, you must be my friend
I'll smack the sh*t out this b*tch, you must–Ahhhh
I'll smack the sh*t out the b*tch, you gon' see my hand
I be walkin' 'round with too much heat, I think I need a fan
He say he gon' get a n*gga popped, I think he need a can
How the f*ck you pull up with no heater? You get popped, you gon' leave you mans
I ain't talkin' gettin' away, I'm talkin' dying, you gon' leave your mans
b*tch tried to pull up with a fat b*tch, you better leave your friend
I just bought a flawless grill from D–
I just bought a flawless grill from–Ahhhh
I just bought a flawless grill from Johnny, you might see it dance
n*gga say he got what it take, he might need a chance