A Day In The Noya Lyrics
Yeah, n****, yeah
Zee, zee, phew
(Xair, lemme get that motherfucker)
Skee, yeah
Bitch, get off my chair, bitch, get off my-
N****, yeah
Phew, phew, skee
I don’t really like to talk, no, I don’t wanna speak (I don’t wanna speak)
Yo’ bitch jumping on my trail, bitch, get off my meat (bitch, get off my meat)
I was down bad, now, I’m back up on my feet (I’m back up on my feet)
You ain’t got a bag, n****, you can’t get a feat’ (you can’t get a feat’)
Got your bitch tryna kick it like she Bruce Lee (like she Bruce Lee)
She just want me for that bag, you can’t use me (you can’t use me)
You ain’t tryna get no motion, n****, you a sleep (n****, you a sleep)
Came through sliding with L.O.E. Shimmy, we just two deep (we just two deep)
We be staying out the way, n****, we don’t beef (n****, we don’t beef)
And yo’ bitch fuckin’ with me, say she likе my teeth (say she likе my teeth)
I’m a gorilla in the coupe like I’m Chiеf Keef (skrt, skrt)
N**** blew up in this rap, you in disbelief (what the fuck?)
Take yo’ bitch and beat her down like she was my child (yeah)
And yo’ bitch gon’ wanna fuck when she see my smile (n****, yeah)
N**** know we dripped out, we stepping out in style (that’s fosho)
Some of my n***** from the jungle, yeah, they living wild
Some of my n***** from the jungle, yeah, they living crazy
I am not no Justin Bieber, bitch can’t be my baby
When we poppin’ out, you better hide your lady (better hide your lady)
Smoking Za and sipping drank, got me moving lazy (got me moving lazy)
Smoking Za and sipping drank, got my eyes low (got my eyes low)
We passing through the school zone, you better ride slow (better ride slow)
And we brought that ticket up, I need ’bout five more (I need ’bout five more)
When a n**** get that check, then it’s time to go (then it’s time to go)
Man, yo’ bitch gon’ hit her knees when she see that 20
If you talking ’bout that cheese, n****, I got plenty (yeah)
Bad bitch, she out the city, pull up to Kissimmee
Pulled up swerving in a coupe, n****, me and Shimmy
When it come to moving pigeons, countin’ chicken, I got plenty
If you want a bowl of C230, meet me at the Denny’s
I just need a Perc, a line of Wok’, I don’t want no Henny
We in Tally, hope I don’t get stopped with this dirty semi
I might rock Balenci’, I don’t rock no Fendi (I don’t rock no Fendi)
Louie loafers wrapped in crocodile, won’t even crack a smile (won’t even crack a smile)
Streets done did me dirty, hurt me, momma look how they did your child (look how they did me momma)
Send shit to the sky, I don’t even lie, better check my fye (on God)
Uh, better not try and touch my pendant
Zombieland, I’m big lieutenant (I’m big lieutenant)
N***** tryna doubt like I ain’t the one, I’m startin’ to feel offended
Why he keep the beef? Just tryna hop on any beat and shred it
Pull up on the side of that car and phrr, someone called a medic (phrr, phrr)
Ran up all this guap, I’m finna hit the top, just watch how I said it
I’m still pushing loads, got 17 bowls in here like they ain’t ready
Thought I was done but I’m still going in, this shit don’t end
If that work don’t lock up with that wrist, then put your shoulder in
If that shit ain’t purple when I piss, then go ahead and pour again (then go ahead and pour again)
If that rap don’t work out how I think, back to that stroll again (if that rap don’t work out how I think, n****)