Текст песни Broad Day - Kayla Nicole

Get your dark in broad day
Don′t want no death, get out my way

Shit, I'm diggin′ this Bopete
I think this the one right here

Get your dark in broad day
Don't want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain't show no face
No court date ′cause I did the race
Ran to the back, now I run through states
Aye, gang

Slide down on my bitches
I′ma up they send me automatic, I'm gon′ blow
So bitches know they want that smoke
And they can have it, bitches kept but I get active
Want them blows like a crack addict
I won't tell you, once or twice
I send them birds, get the message
Bitches crazy but I′m stupid
Got no sense so I get ruthless
They ain't used to this, they grew up ′round that goofy shit
Solo, I hate groupie shit, my life be on some movie shit
New to this, but truth to this, bet they ain't know that I was next
Came to your city just to flex
Run down on a bitch, now I'm runnin′ up checks
Been passin′ these hoes like a test
Can't leave my drip, that′s viewer discretion
Been my own friend, no need no bestie
Had my own back when I had no back
Shit gettin' real so it gotta be said
Walk around wild full of deadass hands

Get your dark in broad day
Don′t want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain't show no face
No court date ′cause I did the race
Ran to the back, now I run through states
Aye, gang (gang-gang-gang)

They been watchin' me and studyin'
I′m topic of discussion
No wonder bitches keep failin′ me
They suck at tryna up me
They can't learn me, I′m too different
Tryna follow, I keep skippin'
Ride the wave then you start slippin′
You can't keep up with this beat shi-
I′m too guaped up, I'm too pretty
I can't let that nigga near me
They don′t hear me, they don′t listen
When I take off, they gon' miss me
First he kiss me, now he diss me
Guess I hurt that nigga feelings
Tryna brag about his bitches
I start braggin′ 'bout my digits
Got more balls than I got feelin′s
I shoot shots that kill these niggas
Bae them up like I'm gon′ fuck
And when we link, his pocket's snuck
Got 'em slump without this Gucci
Use a nigga ′fore he use me
He′s a duckie, he's a groupie
Most of you niggas really lose us

Get your dark in broad day
Don′t want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain't show no face
No court date ′cause I did the race
Ran to the back, now I run through states
Aye, gang

Get your dark in broad day
Don't want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain′t show no face
No court date 'cause I did the race (oh, aye)
Ran to the back, now I run through states
Aye, gang