Day You Get Left lyrics

[Intro]
Gang (Yuh)
Oh, yeah (Yuh)
Hraa, Graah
Aye, Hundo (On God, boy)
Yeen talm' 'bout Glock's, Yeen talm' 'bout nothin' (Yeen talm' 'bout sh*t, n*gga)
Oh, yeah (On God)
Hraa, Oh, yeah
You know I'm gettin' faded with it

[Chorus]
It could be the day you get left, double F in this b*tch so I came with the mob (Fah, fah)
And this Draco on me got 'em jumping and glitching, potato barrel get 'em all (Gang, gang)
And this glizzy on me, I ain't going out bad 'bout a b*tch so I keep me a saw (No cap)
And it's EBK, RTK pull up, we takin' everything, y'all n*ggas know what I'm on (On God)
Trap-down, .50, go get you a Smith & Wesson with a .30 (I need that)
He talkin' all hot, we ain't showin' no mercy (No cap)
Burnt out b*tches tweakin' off the perkys
Infrared beam on the Kel-Tec, lurkin'
Hoe like to f*ck me, that's how we be flirtin' (Get back)
n*ggas be tellin' right behind the curtain (Get back)
Put the fye on em', n*gga, that's for certain, gang, gang

[Verse 1]
Shot 'em his the face, the b*tch start squirmin'
Wanna be gang?, you gotta put the work in (No cap, no cap)
Put in that work, I might just put the word in (Fah, fah)
Ain't loving no b*tch, a n*gga started curving (Curving)
Run out the trap, a n*gga started serving (f*ck is you talm' 'bout?)
Think I'm a pus*y? got the wrong person
No on my body leave a n*gga hurtin'
Glock stay tight to me just like a virgin (Yah, yah, yah)
That n*gga keep lookin', push-up, what's the issue?
Them boys havin' shootouts, that was confidential
Slime the plug out, wipe his nose with the tissue (Slime 'em)
Wrote the n*gga story just like a pencil (Slime 'em)
Ain't go to school, I ain't touching utensils
When I'm in the bitty touching on pistols
Glock got a cycle, n*gga, I ain't gentle (No cap, no cap)
Got out the Buick, 40 turn em' mental (Gang, gang)
[Chorus]
It could be the day you get left, double F in this b*tch so i came with the mob (Fah, fah)
And this Draco on me got 'em jumping and glitching, potato barrel get 'em all (Gang, gang)
And this glizzy on me, I ain't goin out bad 'bout a b*tch so I keep me a saw (Oh, yeah)
And its EBK, RTK pull up, we takin' everything, y'all n*ggas know what I'm on (Get down)
Trap-down, .50, go get you a Smith & Wesson with a .30 (Trap)
He talkin' all hot, we ain't showin' no mercy (Showin' him-)
Burnt out b*tches tweakin' off the perkys
Infrared beam on the Kel-Tec, lurkin'
Hoe like to f*ck me, that's how we be flirtin' (No cap)
n*ggas be tellin' right behind the curtain (Curtains)
Put the fye on em', n*gga, that's for certain, gang, gang (Bah, bah)

[Verse 2]
Sissy ass n*gga, boy, he sentimental
RTK n*ggas chase 'em out the temple
Why all the shootas band in like a pretzel? (b*tch)
Keep me a rocket, I ain't finna let 'em (No cap)
Me and Kilo bein' riders forever (No cap)
Came to the hood, he got put in a blender (Oh, yeah)
That's what you get for tryna be a stepper (Oh, yeah)
Stay out the way cause we applying pressure (Pressure, pressure)
Don't f*ck with no n*ggas, that's why I keep semi-autos in my hand
Bad lil b*tch, I treat her like a fan
Talkin' that hot, I popped 'em off a xan
We with the n*ggas kickin' Jackie Chan (No cap)
Me and Lilo, we ain't f*ckin with jake
Free all my brothers locked up in the can
Kilo be touching n*ggas with the pan
Wishing he would, I'm wishing that he ran
I was the n*gga poppin' rubberbands
I was the n*gga poppin' for a band
Damn I hit em', yo, I'm finna go ham
Then I hit yo man for 38 gram
Keep me a glizzy, giving him a chance
Don't wanna beat a n*gga, that's the plan
Told my lil' b*tch that I love her to death but I see other hoes from time and time again
Shot me a pistol, feelin' like a man
Chain gang, f*ck em, goin' back again
You ain't touchin' my brother, better switch the plan
sh*t done got hot, they turnin' on the fan
Glizzy too hot, this sh*t done got a tan
Friendly ass n*gga, make a n*gga change
1800 thugga making b*tches glance, yeah, on god
f*ck a fingerprint, ain't finna get scanned
Me and my glizzy itchin' off the ram
Air the block out and watch the n*gga ran
Shoot at a opp but n*gga its a spam
Failed the D.T's, n*gga, f*ck an exam
Hundreds and 20's, make a pus*y dance
Slime me a n*gga, now I'm touchin' boogers
Ain't gon' lie, I fell in love with a hooker
She ate the di*k up, I don't know how i took her
Big .45 we turn em' to a cooker
Bad lil' thot, I don't know I shook her
Shot at the three, I'm shooting Devin Booker
Boy tried to rob me, n*gga, he a rookie
Smokin' on purp and I'm smoking on cookie
3 clips long, I put 'em in a movie
She ate the di*k up, she thought it was a smoothie
New Glock 40 touchin' on a toolie
True bands with me, feelin' like I'm truey, gang
[Outro]
Gang, gang
Yeen talm' 'bout Glock's, yeen talm' 'bout nothin', n*gga
On god