Days Like This (feat. RJmrLA)

My momma told me there'll be days like this That's why I gotta keep it on me when I bang my click You better pray to god if I bang my wrist I don't like my old hoe, man fuck that bitch My momma told me there'll be days like this That's why I gotta keep it on me when I bang my click You better pray to god if I bang my wrist I don't like my old hoe, man fuck that bitch These muthafuckas out here snitching, they some cops Everyday I gotta shootout with the opps Look, I got a bag full of money, that's a lot Look, I bang the hood man you know I never stop Look, yo I'm really on a mission Free the homies, man I swear I really miss 'em Haters talking I don't really pay attention Man I done so much dirt That I don't even gotta mention Ay tell that bitch to bring the coke in I get the bag then you know I am adiós-ing Think you fucking with me Bitch you must be smoking If she act sus then you know I ain't talking Look, bitch I had to double up just for my kids I really grew up in the hood That's where I live Even if I had to get it out a bitch Man I bang the whole clip I swear to god I take the risk, look My momma told me there'll be days like this That's why I gotta keep it on me when I bang my click You better pray to god if I bang my wrist I don't like my old hoe, man fuck that bitch My momma told me there'll be days like this That's why I gotta keep it on me when I bang my click You better pray to god if I bang my wrist I don't like my old hoe, man fuck that bitch On nights like this I wish I wish I had my niggas that I miss .762's I won't miss Bitch don't block your blessings Try to be slick Turn all your dreams to fruition Be careful you get what you wishin' 50 .308's I ain't missing (Boom boom boom boom) Way to killa, bitch I'm a homicide dripper Shang Zhu stripper, she sucked a soul out a nigga Raised the roof, took off the top Popped her nipples Baby Ruth took her home then had a triple Threesome-threesome pop another pink one Each one teach one, she sucking out the pre-cum We don't do the cheap ones We pay it how we weigh it up Big juice and drummer got 'em jumping til I'm laid up Fuck a nigga head up with this chopper that I'm choking Big blood nigga but these pockets tiny loccing Momma caught me smoking, whoop my ass that ain't stop me Taught me how to sneak more Great minds think more K9's and be more, stress minds will before Fiends blowing out the door like it C4 Fam 1st OMMIO, bitch we High Forever Bitch step up barrio, color cayenne peppers 2 baby mommas, I don't claim no bitch Pops I wish you were alive for these days live this Put my diamonds on a scale I'm trying to weigh my wrist Yo my crimey's out of jail And put a K on a snitch My momma told me there'll be days like this That's why I gotta keep it on me when I bang my click You better pray to god if I bang my wrist I don't like my old hoe, man fuck that bitch My momma told me there'll be days like this That's why I gotta keep it on me when I bang my click You better pray to god if I bang my wrist I don't like my old hoe, man fuck that bitch