Z3ro - Better Dayz

1s for the bitches that be getting to the money
2s for the niggas in the field thats really hunting
I could give a fuck about these niggas they all dummy's
And I can change it up raise my wrist and make it sunny
Im a cold nigga you come around you need a sweater
I could give a fuck you did it once I did it better
Always keep a k I let it spray I love the letter
Pray for better days I'm stacking up and getting cheddar
When we walk up you feel the kick this a drum line
I really feel rich I got the bricks you know i thumb mine
Always keep a stick I let it hit you know this dumb nine
Ballin since a git I need a hit you know it's crunch time
Been ballin like a maverick
You know it's a habit
Always chasing racks I need some more so you can't have it
Shooting like basket
Leave em in his casket
This choppa won't miss whole lotta red know what brackin
Catch em right in traffic
He ain't dodging hallows bet he only dodging static
I keep switching lanes in this foreign automatic
And I'm only rolling woods man I guess it's just a habit
Uh imma clean em like it's colgate
He asking for the promo and I told that nigga no way
Niggas get to freezing when this choppa right in yo face
He ain't no heavy stepper we gone run em out his own lace
See I'm a nigga that don't say much but peep shit
He getting outta line we gone stalk em on some creep shit
Catch em when he walkin swear to god he ain't gone see this
Mix em like a remix
Riding with with my demons
Uh it ain't over till it's over
They say a nigga lucky I got 24 clovers
Sliding on yo block in a all black rover
Gotta pay me in advance needs the bands hand em over
Yeah these niggas acting tough
Shoot a nigga in his neck if he acting up
4 5 figures in this check I just keep racking up
She ain't fucking with a lame better pack it up
In the crib and you know we bout to gas it up
Then we slide out to the party came to crash it uh
Shit is jokes think it's funny oh you laughin huh
On yo block shoot out the 4 door acura
Heard these niggas hatin now wassup with it
Smooth talk yo bitch yea you know that she was lovin it
Always actin out baby trappin just to run with it
Pulled up to the house 2 times just to bust in it
I run it quick stepped outta my house so I can up my clip
Crush these niggas like some chips right into the foreign dip
Think I lost a race back up in France how I gave the slip
Got a Pegasus up on my wrist my choppa let it rip
Bet the freak gone come around and let that 45 twerk today
Nigga did the dash 7 times and he got away
I didn't even up my 9 I put my gun away
Odd leek numbers catchin out here wit the gunplay
All my niggas chop stars all you niggas block stars
Take y'all asses back to fig I'm sippin this wockhardt
Ain't nobody runnin up you know y'all niggas not hard
Tryna flex all on the gram we see that you ain't got far
Blowin up the track no come back we shootings different
Tried to stop the triggers but they always get to flipping
Gymnast in this bitch you know I'm crazy with the clickin
Keep yo money short you niggas stackin on some midgets
Cannot do the math cause you can't count up all my digits
Diamonds get to spinnin on my neck now watch em fidget
Igloo on my wrist step to close you get to slippin
Kentucky fried fuck you we gettin to the chicken

Written by:
kevin kirkland

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