paroles de chanson Broad Day - Cbg Montana

(I got Mikey, we fuck shit up)

Out the window, broad day with the drac', trying to bury niggas
All in public, mean mugging, the fuck is you scaring, nigga
7.62, it knock out that boy lung, switch on the glock so I added a drum
Did him like Ricky, that boy tried to run, tell Jay hit a block, he gon' spin it for fun
Get caught with your mama, we poppin' her too, you know how my young nigga like to do

Do the dash in a scat, get the fuck out my way, tryna merge in my lane, might fuck around and crash
Pop out, do a nigga like his mama shoulda did, fuck a belt, boy I'm tryn' put this switch on his ass
From the bottom of the barrel, they doubting me, seen how I ran it up, they tryna come back around
Tell them they cool, but I'm so damn shiesty, I get in real good and I'm taking them down
Hit the road for that money, back door him, I'm slime
Bows in the trunk, we gon' cut up in traffic, if the jakes, hit the lights, and try to get behind
Freaky lil' hoe, got her throwing up five, dick her down from the back, she feel it in her spine
Head on collision, ain't dodging no wreck, Bitch, I'm three to the grave, know I'm crashing bout mine
The opps just like Nemo, they so hard to find

How you a trapper, and never touched a ten?
How you got money, holding out your hand?
If lil' Snoop want a cake on you, know I'm gon' bake it
If I catch lil' ton lack, like a blunt I'm gone face him
Why they capping on wacks, nigga, let's speak facts
They ain't never killed nothing, man, all them niggas pussy
Broad day with the drac' nut got headtapped
Left his brain in his lap, look like some shit out a movie

Scary ass nigga, watched your brother die, your mama got killed you still ain't slide
Most your members dead, that ain't no lie, your gang went extinct, so you linked with 2tymes
Shake ass, nigga, steady dope popping, having no motion, having no bodies
LaQuarries got killed, then the nigga died about it, the ones who was trolling got hit with fye bout it

Hop out, run down, bitch, you know that I wack shit
Gunning for you, but your brother got hit
Put lil' ant in the blunt, now I'm choking and shit
Catch your mama and make her beg to live, bitch
Smoking on peanut, got me augh heart attack
Troll all you want shit, ain't bringing your brother back
Bitch, troll all you want shit, ain't bringing your brother back

Out the window, broad day with the drac', trying to bury niggas
All in public, mean mugging, the fuck is you scaring, nigga
7.62, it knock out that boy lung, switch on the glock so I added a drum
Did him like Ricky, that boy tried to run, tell Jay hit a block, he gon' spin it for fun
Get caught with your mama, we poppin' her too, you know how my young nigga like to do

Ayy, ayy, you know how my young nigga like to do
Get caught with your mama, little nigga, we popping your mama too

Ayy, 3L, 3L, 3L, 3L, 3L, 3L, 3L, 3L, 3L, Cbg, 3lyfe, 3L lil' bitch