Tuesday & Thursday

(Album: 9th Ward God - 2018)

[Intro:]
Cook that shit up Quay

[Rylo Rodriguez:]
Tuesday to Thursday, watching out for the hit
So many up the road, some young jits
Hood nigga, hide him in a convict
Pay two hundred for a young bitch
First stolen car, it's stick shift
Me and Lil Duke ain't call no Lyft
Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here
It's money on his head, he gon' tag that first

[Marlo:]
First third, watching out for the checks
I'm still at nigga's neck with a big TEC
Wonder where the bricks at
Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked
He don't play no games, nigga get back
And I'm strapped right now in the kick back
Blowing big gas, nigga where the zips at
And I'm keeping smoke, nigga you get that

[Rylo Rodriguez:]
It's pay one, hey one, share no teardrop, young nigga get 'em ink
Ready that ho from home gon' pull up, suck a nigga dick for some pink
Lil bald head bitch, all she wanna do is eat, might Tink that bitch to sleep
All the young niggas in the hood wanna shoot something just like Pistol Pete
Project baby shooting shit like the Navy
Swear everything, we hit the pawn shop, start a gun shop
Fuck school, we was scoring the P block
Now that my parents want dress out
Remember them feds had it flat like Best Buy
Past them scroll like left eye
If we ever had smoke, can't high five
Dice game Bill got killed tryna snake eye
And we done made out some in the drive by, nigga try to turn to a homicide
Smoke came through with the cape, told mama I'm still thinking outside

[Rylo Rodriguez:]
Tuesday to Thursday, watching out for the hit
So many up the road, some young jits
Hood nigga, hide him in a convict
Pay two hundred for a young bitch
First stolen car, it's stick shift
Me and Lil Duke ain't call no Lyft
Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here
It's money on his head, he gon' tag that first

[Marlo:]
First third, watching out for the checks
I'm still at nigga's neck with a big TEC
Wonder where the bricks at
Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked
He don't play no games, nigga get back
And I'm strapped right now in the kick back
Blowing big gas, nigga where the zips at
And I'm keeping smoke, nigga you get that

Nigga done got me started
Cold heart nigga, I'm heartless
And a nigga say he want them problems, grabbing the carbon
Had Tweety put an eight on the carbon, nigga wanna bargain
And when problems get hot we solve 'em
And the kids said them my revolver, lil one there heartless
And that beast shit, nigga we eat it, mission completed
And we don't worry 'bout bodies, we beat 'em
A grim reaper with a heater, I been still kicking that ether for them people
And I let them J's scrape the extras off that beaker
Bad bitch in love with me but no I don't need her
Don't wanna feed her

[Rylo Rodriguez:]
Tuesday to Thursday, watching out for the hit
So many up the road, some young jits
Hood nigga, hide him in a convict
Pay two hundred for a young bitch
First stolen car, it's stick shift
Me and Lil Duke ain't call no Lyft
Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here
It's money on his head, he gon' tag that first

[Marlo:]
First third, watching out for the checks
I'm still at nigga's neck with a big TEC
Wonder where the bricks at
Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked
He don't play no games, nigga get back
And I'm strapped right now in the kick back
Blowing big gas, nigga where the zips at
And I'm keeping smoke, nigga you get that, yeah