Days And Days lyrics

You leave your home for days and days
n*ggas making threats, coming in on my case
Talking about I couldn't make my bond, if you can see my face
Man what the f*ck you mean?
I'm on parole, I had to do some time
So if you wanna be my hater, you're gonna have to wait in line
n*ggas they gon' talk, same n*ggas ain't on sh*t
They expecting me to just stop
Sorry, but I ain't gon quit!
Same b*tch be all in your face, same b*tch be doing my di*k
Playing both sides sh*t, claim your clique
Yeah claim my clique, that won't make no sense
Better watch that hoe!
Don't cuff that b*tch
I know you love that hoe
But don't trust that b*tch
You know my name, ain't a damn thing change
From when I was out here flexing, till' they put me up in them chains
It's still the same, it's Pooh Bear Gang!
n*gga, I ain't no lame
Don't [?] just cash me out
Lil n*gga, I don't need no fame
[?]
And her pus*y wetter than rain
But I switch these hoes like [?]
If a n*gga [] he get stained
It's just like that, no more, no less
Put the pump to his chest
n*ggas talking about how they're better
No, I'm the best
Motherf*ckers bleed just like I bleed
Same blood, same flesh
Ask me [?}
Hit the mall, get this get that, get this get that
Finna get the whole rack!
Like [], got [] in my trunk, and I ain't talking about two 12's
Motherf*ckers talking about get rich
n*gga I can't tell
Rest in peace Freaky, bro I ain't forget
I'm still die L'z
n*gga, I'm hot, n*gga, and you not n*gga
[] crack, smoke pot, n*gga
Slide down on your block n*gga, if you're over there you get shot, n*gga (boom boom boom)
Hold on!
Wait, n*gga that's your b*tch?
Better watch that hoe, that hoe so slick
When I was just out, she was all on my di*k
Then when I got booked, she rode me
But I ain't even [] that b*tch
n*gga, I just piped that b*tch
And I ain't turn down that pus*y, but to tell you the truth, man I ain't even like that b*tch
And I don't even like that shot
From the poles, we doing too much
And we just got indicted and sh*t (indicted)
Said my n*ggas just shoot too much (boom boom)
Wait, y'all can't take my n*ggas
Mad cuz they ain't my n*ggas
But, if I was in other n*ggas shoes I swear I would hate my n*ggas
You leave your home for days and days
It's TFG and PBG, they watching us like BDT
Funds on deck, got guns on deck
Don't run from sh*t but CPD
We got b*tches, I got b*tches, they call my Santana
Cuz since I got like every color they wanna wear my bandanas
b*tch, I'm strapped up
My n*ggas with me be poled up for protection
I be club-hopping, my n*ggas with me
Got bad hoes in our section
I swear these hoes be acting up, and y'all the n*ggas that let them
But when my hoes get to acting up, on my dead homie, I check them
[] my hoes know, don't try that
If it ain't designer, don't buy that
My gun sound like bass drums, your sh*t sound like Hotheads
[?], I fly that
If a n*gga want beef, I fry that
And n*ggas wanna be dead so I keep that pole, can't no motherf*cker deny that
But I'm back now
You leave your home for days and ays