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daylight - up next lyrics

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been up since 5am tryna get it on a bank roll

shouts out ybn but ain’t no time for a fake hoe

one up in the chamber f-ck around we in beast mode

i don’t fw ops that’s a fact uh vetoed

runnin up a check by my lonely f-ck are friends for

i just copped a rollie iced out and it’s a cold sore

f-ck with the clique we gone turn your block to world war

send shots like baltimore

pull up in a 4 door

when i hop out with models you know it gone be a party

really out here poppin bottles sippin on bacardi

way i pull up clutchin throttle like it’s kamakazi

and if i feel like ima smoke you ain’t n0body stop me

unless you finna drop me imma flee the scene

next thing you know i’m at your doorstep like it’s halloween

you ain’t want a trick so i took a little treat

say goodbye to your girlfriend she leaving with a g
hook:
b-tch i’m up next

give a f-ck bout the rest

i be runnin up a check

they don’t wanna see me flex

b-tch i’m up next

put my city to the test

i be sippin on the tech

while i’m f-ckin on your ex
x2
i got dada digital and xanny in my contacts

if you a hoe i don’t save numbers i don’t wife rats

if you a cop i don’t know daylight i don’t write raps

like it’s 1469 with them poles stay strapped

call yo -ss joe swanson way we leave you handicapped

show up with the crew all black b-tch we takin body bags

yes i pull up in the foreign i’m talkin brand new white jag

water whipping in the kitchen always stacking up bands

and the 269 dl but watch me put it on the map

no rules i’m the don catch me runnin round the trap

quick cash all these benny’s make it hard to count stacks

think fast small town white boy but grew up in chiraq
hook:
b-tch i’m up next

give a f-ck bout the rest

i be runnin up a check

they don’t wanna see me flex

b-tch i’m up next

put my city to the test

i be sippin on the tech

while i’m f-ckin on your ex
x2
throwback logan square where we really had to keep it g

if you not 100 get merked they don’t f-ck with schemes

fall asleep to gunshot that was just the normal thing

everyone was gang bangin act like i ain’t see a thing

now i got the trap jumpin like a trampoline

why these b-tches flockin to a kid 15

yelling out my name girl don’t make a scene

i’m just tryna f-ck that’s okay with me

take her to the crib and you know what she gone give me

call me liberg how i’m lookin with these hickeys

haha funny and sh-t

but a kid really on his grind hungry and sh-t

if i see it ima get it on that licety spilt

dirty on the phone sayin y’all counterfeits

while you tryna be a rapper i just f-cked yo b-tch

and that go for all you wannabe’sdon’t throw a fit

gang

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