Lyrics Tuesday - Dane Q

But it's only Tuesday

Look, 3 a.m. in the club and I'm too lit
Shit feel' like Friday, but it's only Tuesday

I keep mixin' the weed with the Dusse
I need some lean because I got a toothache
I can't fuck with these niggas, they too fake
I'm treatin' bitches like my name is Blueface

I just sold me a pound on a Tuesday
Now I'm in the club throwin' up blue faces
I had to go get it all on my own
I ain't have me no help or assistance

I'm on a mission, I got tunnel vision
I'm fully committed to winnin
Sellin' some pounds, til I cop me a house
I'ma get that shit, then I'ma flip it

I'm tryin' to fill up all my bank accounts
And y'all worry about fuckin' on bitches
Do it yourself if you want it done better
Them bitches love Dane cause I'm makin' it wetter

I fucked on this bitch, now she wearin' my sweaters
I don't know her name, I just call that bitch Heather
I cannot fuck with no hater
Complainin' ass niggas, I swear that that shit make my head hurt

I'm tryin' to get me a million, I swear I'ma get it
I'm makin' visits to the teller
These niggas be cops, can't stop us
Pass me the bag when I don't want no grabba

I'll never let bygones be bygones
Niggas be payin' for bitches like Zion
These bitches be sneaky like pythons
But they want somebody they can rely on

I'm tryin' to get higher and higher
Put on the beat that I know I'ma slide on
Look, 3 a.m. in the club and I'm too lit
Shit feel like Friday, but it's only Tuesday

I keep mixin' the weed with the Dusse
I need some lean because I got a toothache
I can't fuck with these niggas, they too fake
I'm treatin' bitches like my name is Blueface

I just sold me a pound on a Tuesday
Now I'm in the club throwin' up Blueface
I had to go get it all on my own
I ain't have me no help or assistance

I'm on a mission, I got a new vision
I'm fully committed to winnin
Sellin' some pounds till I cop me a house
I'ma get that shit then I'ma flip it

I'm tryin' to fill up all my bank accounts
And y'all worry about fuckin' on bitches
Look, these niggas be goin' out sad
They lookin' up to me like my name is Dad

Niggas be actin' like Vlad
Stop hittin' my phone, that shit make me mad
I'm just tryin' to get to the bag
You worry about me, you actin' like a fag

I'm tryin' to turn up to the max
We up in the club and we blowin' them stacks
2 a.m. in the club and I'm too lit
Shit feel like Friday, but it's only Tuesday

I keep mixin' the weed with the Dusse
I need some lean because I got a toothache
I can't fuck with these niggas, they too fake
I'm treatin' bitches like my name is Blueface

I just sold me a pound on a Tuesday
Now I'm in the club throwin' up Blue faces
I had to go get it all on my own
I ain't have me no help or assistance

I'm on a mission, I got a new vision
I'm fully committed to winnin
Sellin' some pounds till I cop me a house
I'ma get that shit then I'ma flip it

I'm tryin' to fill up all my bank accounts
And y'all worry about fuckin' on bitches