Day Goin by Baby Fifty Lyrics
[Verse 1: Baby Fifty]
Shoot the crowd, better duck quick
I see a opp but that nigga ain't on shit (uh)
Speaking on him cause the niggas be bullshitin'
(Ambulance is goin' down there)
Uh, I think my bro hit him
You with the opps, then you gotta go with 'em (uh)
He tried to run so we gotta go get him
Damn, Bird hit a nigga we ain't gon keep missin'
We shootin' that fat shit, niggas be tippin' (damn)
Kill a nigga now we miss him (uh)
Hoping niggas ain't snitches (damn)
Dang, niggas really be bitches (uh)
Pull up on him and we shootin' (uh)
See a opp and I'mma shoot him (uh)
I just killed a nigga and I knew him
Now I'm tryna kill a nigga close to him (uh, uh)
Niggas ain't even outside, gotta wait for 'em
Creep on the [?], I just got my day goin
Slide on 'em but we stay scoring
Taking your shit and you pay for it
No mask, no gloves, I'm still going
Clutch on my iron tryna hit sum (uh)
I can't wait to catch one of they lil ass
Uh, I'm tryna kill one of 'em
[Verse 2: MoneyMarr]
Got two big sticks in this bitch tryna kill sum
Tre clutch in the fifth in the whip tryna send one
Tryna hop on the spin with RCs, you gon click some
Tryna figure which Vic we gon get up on, pick one (uh, uh)
It's a set up, put the play in motion (uh)
ARP shoot in the open (uh)
Bullets fly on they block, niggas strofin'
Leave a rap nigga flat on his whip if he josin' (uh)
Young rich nigga sending packs, moving weight
Kill a nigga, hit the cut through the gates
Switch the tag on the whip, load the sticks and we straight
Better go eat a dick tryna eat off my plate
Got Fifty with me, it's 50 in my Glock
We got 30 semis, double Ds on the chop
Fuck the internet talk bitch is you with it or not?
Tryna blow me a nigga up, send him to God
Shoot the crowd, better duck quick
I see a opp but that nigga ain't on shit (uh)
Speaking on him cause the niggas be bullshitin'
(Ambulance is goin' down there)
Uh, I think my bro hit him
You with the opps, then you gotta go with 'em (uh)
He tried to run so we gotta go get him
Damn, Bird hit a nigga we ain't gon keep missin'
We shootin' that fat shit, niggas be tippin' (damn)
Kill a nigga now we miss him (uh)
Hoping niggas ain't snitches (damn)
Dang, niggas really be bitches (uh)
Pull up on him and we shootin' (uh)
See a opp and I'mma shoot him (uh)
I just killed a nigga and I knew him
Now I'm tryna kill a nigga close to him (uh, uh)
Niggas ain't even outside, gotta wait for 'em
Creep on the [?], I just got my day goin
Slide on 'em but we stay scoring
Taking your shit and you pay for it
No mask, no gloves, I'm still going
Clutch on my iron tryna hit sum (uh)
I can't wait to catch one of they lil ass
Uh, I'm tryna kill one of 'em
[Verse 2: MoneyMarr]
Got two big sticks in this bitch tryna kill sum
Tre clutch in the fifth in the whip tryna send one
Tryna hop on the spin with RCs, you gon click some
Tryna figure which Vic we gon get up on, pick one (uh, uh)
It's a set up, put the play in motion (uh)
ARP shoot in the open (uh)
Bullets fly on they block, niggas strofin'
Leave a rap nigga flat on his whip if he josin' (uh)
Young rich nigga sending packs, moving weight
Kill a nigga, hit the cut through the gates
Switch the tag on the whip, load the sticks and we straight
Better go eat a dick tryna eat off my plate
Got Fifty with me, it's 50 in my Glock
We got 30 semis, double Ds on the chop
Fuck the internet talk bitch is you with it or not?
Tryna blow me a nigga up, send him to God