Intro lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
Ayy
RTB sh*t

[Chorus]
Twenty-seven days, n*gga, twenty-seven nights (Yeah)
MAC-11 K's, n*gga, 40 got a knife (Okay)
Got this lightskin, she bad, put her on a flight (Yeah)
She said, "You only wanna hit," I said, "Damn, girl, you right" (Uh)
And her n*gga found out, I told him, "Damn, bro, that's life" (Yeah)
I finessed the whole target in front of 12, b*tch, I'm nice (Yeah)
My shooter from the Mitten, out in Charlotte, Glen Rice (b*tch)
I ain't never had sh*t, now I bought a Benz twice (Twice)

[Verse]
Why you flexin' on the 'Gram, tryna get your likes up? (Yeah)
Yeah, we saw that you snitched, judge had it typed up (Okay)
They put pressure on a diamond, now my chain iced up (b*tch)
I done been through it all, I look at pain like, "What?" (Man)
What else you gon' hit me with?
My n*gga good with numbers, scam, slide, that's arithmetic (Okay)
Told my n*gga leave the hoes alone, I'm a hypocrite (Yeah)
Tryna match a Rollie, you ain't even got a wrist for this
Stuffed my ex and drove thirty minutes, she be quick to p*ss (Okay)
In the 305, I'm probably chillin' with a different chick (Go)
Real n*gga vs. rap n*gga, it's a difference (Yeah)
They askin' how much for the fit? I told 'em it's a brick
What's good, bro? Ain't sh*t, chasin' commas
I could never trust a b*tch, yeah, only Ace's mama (Okay)
Why we fightin' in the stores, girl? This ain't the place for drama (C'mon)
White boy hittin' hard in the ring, talkin' Donna (Yeah)
Oops, I meant Dana
Finna catch a PJ with all baddies to Topanga (Huh?)
I been f*ckin' with the models, but I'm switchin' to the singers (Uh-huh)
Kels got that red beam on your head, you in danger (b*tch)
Every time I'm in the A with RTB, then it's a banger (Huh?)
Get a couple double-R's, we finna bring them b*tches out (C'mon)
I just got you a bag, girl, what the f*ck you trippin' 'bout? (Man, what?)
I ain't talkin' 'bout no spankin' when we pull them switches out (Uh-huh)
Caught his mans with his pants down at a b*tch's house (Ayy, stupid)
We been whippin' in the crib, we had to flip the kitchen out (Yeah)
Got a 40 with a long nose, Scottie Pippen snout (Damn)
You be f*ckin' with the wrong hoes, they put your business out (Hmm)
Dirty drink out a strong ho, make 'em spit it out
I upped ten on my old ho, said, "You missin' out" (Go)
I put twin on my old pros and make him get it out (Go)
I put rims on my old chrome, bullets hit his mouth (Yeah)
Your BM on my ho phone, make her sit it out (RTB)
[Chorus]
Twenty-seven days, n*gga, twenty-seven nights
MAC-11 K's, n*gga, 40 got a knife
Got this lightskin, she bad, put her on a flight
She said, "You only wanna hit," I said, "Damn, girl, you right" (I said, "You right")
And her n*gga found out, I told him, "Damn, bro, that's life" (Man, that's life)
I finessed the whole target in front of 12, b*tch, I'm nice (b*tch, I'm nice)
My shooter from the Mitten, out in Charlotte, Glen Rice (Yeah)
I ain't never had sh*t, now I bought a Benz twice (RTB)

[Outro]
Yeah, gang, gang
I told you