Easter Day lyrics

[Intro]
Is that Chris?

[Verse]
Catch a opp, I put one in the air
I put this blunt in the air, bad b*tch put her ass in the air
I'm not in a race, this ain't musical chairs
n*ggas act like females, n*gga, go shop at Claire's
Supreme hat, think it's made from a bear
We gon' run your b*tch, I treat her with care
Free my n*ggas that's not even here
You a b*tch, n*gga, you be living in fear
Every ho that I hit be top tier
Every ho that I hit in the top ten
Young n*gga hopped in the streets like that was my only option
Young n*gga, I never went to no college
Look kid, let me tell you how a n*gga got popular
It's a f*cking stadium, young n*gga, I ain't doing no assignment
Pull up on your block, what's braccin?
n*ggas they be pocket watching
Damn, I count up old faces
Damn, I don't wanna see no old face
'Cause them n*ggas back then, man, they was so fake
All them n*ggas that she f*cking with two-faced
Hiding, and I'm running from jakes
I go on an adventure time, I'm Jake
Baby throw neck in the Wraith
I'm in a trap house where it's safe
What the f*ck I'ma do today?
I'ma just go ahead and buy a eight
Have you ever sipped a drink to the face?
I'm sipping this drink moving in a slow pace
Praying that all my n*ggas beat the case
My n*gga be scamming and you in that Chase
Damn, this a new car, no tray
What credit? I say I get paid
A n*gga still passing with bad grades
'Cause the trap where I be, that's not bad of a grade
Got me thinking 'bout murder, that first 48
I'm with all of my n*ggas when I'm in the A
And I get them Bans, I'on know Ray
See this Draco? I don't play
BTW-BTW been getting money by the way
Sorry for the wait, yeah, the delay
This Glock hold twenty-nine, it's a leap day
This Glock aiming now for the face
He dissed us, hallow tips, how he gon' repay
I'm getting money per se
Big chopper, n*gga, yeah, mayday
She dance on the di*k like she heard Reggae
Tryna get high, n*gga, where a rolling tray?
Catch me a opp, put him on a rolling tray
If I wanna roll up, me and my b*tch roll today
Slide on a opp, no rollerblade
I'm on FaceTime, but you can't see my face
I might hit the opp with a throwaway
n*ggas real sour like a parfait
Two bad b*tches, that's a two-way
I got up on a f*cking Tuesday
Big Draco, meet your doomsday
I'm finna make you have a sad balloon day
Money everywhere, I need the clean the room, man
Let's get to the top, n*gga, yeah, someway
Doing the dash, n*gga, f*ck a CIA
Need a egg-beater, it ain't Easter Day