BDay

(album: We Outside - 2021)

When I drop, nigga, I'ma drop easy
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

When I drop, nigga, I'ma drop easy
TikTok, big Glock, big bleezy
I'ma ball, I was broke for every B-day
Get the money, split it with my niggas each way
I be pimping these hoes, no, it ain't easy
When I cash out a stack, I'm gleechy
Bitch I'm blowing money fast like Meech, ayy
Still I wear the same sweats for like three days
Give a fuck 'bout these hoes, I gotta eat, yeah
I got places to go, people to meet, yeah
I be ducking these fuck niggas and the leechers
Niggas cheating these blogs, how they be reaching
Roll my reefer in logs, bitch, I be chiefing
I hate to seem like a boss, they know I'm gleech, yeah
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm gleech, yeah
They out here riding the wave, they in the deep end
I call her four some shorty, she and her three friends
I'm dipping off in a Rolls
They call me three hundred thousand, baby, I'm living large, yeah
Pre-owning houses, baby, I'm thinking smart, yeah
She wanna pull up 'cause she know I keep it G.I. Joe to deceased, I'm gleech, I know, yeah, yeah

When I drop, nigga, I'ma drop easy
Knowing that you pussy niggas couldn't see me
It ain't promised so you gotta live it each day
So I gotta fuck it up for my B-day, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my B-day, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Can't nobody tell me nothing, it my B-day, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my B-day, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my B-day

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

In the Grove, shopping, looking like CJ
Wholesale with the pound like BJ
Nigga fuck with my money, he catching three fade
That nigga play with me funny, I give him three days
Real talk, motherfucker, I'm gleech, yeah
Tell a bum-nigga straight, "Stop leechin'"
Down in Miami, the Bentley on the highway
I feel like Fetty, I seen the girl swinging my way
Mama gobbling, wobbling, wanna vibrate
That toppy feeling metropolis when she slide, bae
She dropped an ice cube on it like Friday
Lil' mama price too, too, too high, bae
If you really with the gang, then you gon' sign in
VVS's in my chain, them bitches blinding
Twenty thousand in the stand, bitch, can you find 'em?
Niggas, they don't understand, bitch, I'm a grinder
Hustling knives, big duffle of cash
My money is stashed, the police coming, shit, I'm ducking and dashing
From the twenty, the thirty, baby, shit a bucket of cash
Praying that you fake niggas never last like that, ayy

When I drop, nigga, I'ma drop easy
Knowing that you pussy niggas couldn't see me
It ain't promised so you gotta live it each day
So I gotta fuck it up for my B-day, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my B-day, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Can't nobody tell me nothing, it my B-day, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my B-day, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my B-day