Bad Day* lyrics

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[Intro]
RPT, four sev', four sev'
Told Stunna, "Don't geek" (Like, gang, gang, gang)
Free gang, free [?] (Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky, never put an O before my Y)
Ayo, free my hearts, free my risk takers, free my pack makers

[Chorus]
I can't lie, this sh*t feelin' unreal (On bro)
I was really deep up in that field (On gang)
Tote Sally, now I gotta make my n*ggas happy (Gang, gang, gang)
No Ally, heard she f*ck with the opps
But in the party tryna grab me
Like, you wasn't there (Like, you wasn't there)
But you run your mouth (Like, how?)
Free my n*ggas standin' on the count'
Walk in the store, don't care the amount
And my heart colder than my neck
She lovin' my bop and the way that I dress
Shе playin' the opps, leave shorty a mеss
She know RPT n*ggas do it the best
And we still smokin' that kid
I heard he died on the train (Notti)
Like they wanna talk on Woo Lotti
Like karma a b*tch, know they feelin' the pain
Like Edot, shot in his brain (Edot)
Backdoor open, don't know who to blame
Like Edot, shot in his brain (Edot)
Backdoor open, don't know who to blame (Gang, gang, gang)
[Verse]
Oh, she jackin' the opps?
Like, we don't even care no more
Scream RPT and her pants come off (RPT)
She know how she shake it, she dancin' it off
And she love how I put on that drip, like
Walk with a limp 'cause I walk with a stick
She lookin' good so I gave her a tip
On a hop, make it sturdy, maneuver the whip
Free my n*ggas that's booked for them hits
And my n*ggas that locked up for them packs
I'm RPT, I don't know how to act
Make her scream 47 and she might get attached
Free my n*ggas that's booked for them hits
And my n*ggas that locked up for them packs
I'm RPT, I don't know how to act
Make her scream 47 and she might get attached
Oh they thought I wouldn't make it
But I put my gang up on time
She a smooch', heard she wanna link
But she gotta f*ck me and Kev in the drop
f*ck that, me and Stunna in the truck, like
When we spin, y'all n*ggas better duck, like
You wanna f*ck with that girl? Outta luck
'Cause back then she ain't give a f*ck
It's a whole lotta O's in the spot
So my gang brought a whole lotta knocks
And we smokin' on Naz, the 8-OHs in the spot
I gave her some money to line up a Flock
And we smokin' on Naz, the 8-OHs in the spot
I gave her some money to line up a Flock
[Chorus]
I can't lie, this sh*t feelin' unreal (On bro)
I was really deep up in that field (On gang)
Tote Sally, now I gotta make my n*ggas happy (Gang, gang, gang)
No Ally, heard she f*ck with the opps
But in the party tryna grab me
Like, you wasn't there (Like, you wasn't there)
But you run your mouth (Like, how?)
Free my n*ggas standin' on the count'
Walk in the store, don't care the amount
And my heart colder than my neck
She lovin' my bop and the way that I dress
She playin' the opps, leave shorty a mess
She know RPT n*ggas do it the best
And we still smokin' that kid
I heard he died on the train (Notti)
Like they wanna talk on Woo Lotti
Like karma a b*tch, know they feelin' the pain
Like Edot, shot in his brain (Edot)
Backdoor open, don't know who to blame
Like Edot, shot in his brain (Edot)
Backdoor open, don't know who to blame (Gang, gang, gang)