Friday to Sunday by Cadet Lyrics
[Intro: News Report & Shakka]
Our top story tonight (everyone)
A genocide is occurring in the towns of Brixton, Nottinghill, and many areas of South
A number of YouTube gangsters are taking the lives of many different people, as if they don't understand the reality
[Chorus: Shakka]
Everyone's like
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
They pour it up, stir it up for the like
They don't know about, know about road
But everyone's like
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Pour it up, stir it up for the like
They don't know about, know about road
But everyone's like
[Verse: Cadet]
Look see I understand, yeah man understand
They everybody wanna bang bang
And shout (gang gang)
With a couple man
Swear them bruddas, man they fake their life
Want the road but they don't want the can
Bruddas, bruddas, bruddas want my number
You can't get it but your (mother can)
Nah man get it get it, I don't, beef to set it, set it you won't
Oh, you're a calm guy and then a mad man
Man I get it, get it you hope
See I'm a calm guy and I'm Muslim
I took his girl, now he want beef
Telling me I should know better
Taking babies a haram B
See I didn't think we'd have shit in common
Bro we've actually got some
You listen to a little uzi, we've actually got one
So Scarface, thought you'd get the dough in
But the road life, man you haven't chosen
Getting gassed over empire, now you're lying with your cookie open, it's mad
[Chorus: Shakka]
Everyone's like
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
They pour it up, stir it up for the like
They don't know about, know about road
But everyone's like
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Pour it up, stir it up for the like
They don't know about, know about road
But everyone's like
[Verse 2: Shakka & Cadet]
Captain spice on ice,I just wanna feel alright
I ain't the stuntin type, I just wanna beat and write
Frosted her waist some more, show her what slow jams for
She wants the D from all the rap lords
He wants to be like all the rap stars
She pick up the purse and light the landlord
But he prices X and known to reload
Where does he come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?
I'm just trying to find my size and a nice pair of double Ds
Don't care about the stripes and teams
Fam I care about stripes and teams
Don't a boy from the opps around me
I beg you understand, my G
'cause your nightlife is that roadside
And their nightlife is TV
Yeah I hear what you're saying, my G
Hate when they act like thugs around me
Begging them man are on their tenth edit
They want you've been Cadet Cadet Cadet Cadet
You should know, bro
Old school like a la moto
Stuck on you, this a Go Pro
Stick in the air, that's a pole vault
Ain't done jack for your postcode
Talking back, that's a no-no
I've got a boy from the yellow brick road who will click and send your dawg home, that's Toto
You bust your gun you're a (gangsta)
You trap trap you're a (trap star)
You're a jokeman, you're a (prankstar)
No Gs in your Unit, you're a (wanksta)
Don't live that life, you're a (actor)
Can pop in your face is a (fanta)
In for a shock, that's (Blanca)
Fam it's mad how
[Chorus: Shakka]
Everyone's like
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
They pour it up, stir it up for the like
They don't know about, know about road
But everyone's like
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Pour it up, stir it up for the like
They don't know about, know about road
But everyone's like
Our top story tonight (everyone)
A genocide is occurring in the towns of Brixton, Nottinghill, and many areas of South
A number of YouTube gangsters are taking the lives of many different people, as if they don't understand the reality
[Chorus: Shakka]
Everyone's like
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
They pour it up, stir it up for the like
They don't know about, know about road
But everyone's like
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Pour it up, stir it up for the like
They don't know about, know about road
But everyone's like
[Verse: Cadet]
Look see I understand, yeah man understand
They everybody wanna bang bang
And shout (gang gang)
With a couple man
Swear them bruddas, man they fake their life
Want the road but they don't want the can
Bruddas, bruddas, bruddas want my number
You can't get it but your (mother can)
Nah man get it get it, I don't, beef to set it, set it you won't
Oh, you're a calm guy and then a mad man
Man I get it, get it you hope
See I'm a calm guy and I'm Muslim
I took his girl, now he want beef
Telling me I should know better
Taking babies a haram B
See I didn't think we'd have shit in common
Bro we've actually got some
You listen to a little uzi, we've actually got one
So Scarface, thought you'd get the dough in
But the road life, man you haven't chosen
Getting gassed over empire, now you're lying with your cookie open, it's mad
[Chorus: Shakka]
Everyone's like
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
They pour it up, stir it up for the like
They don't know about, know about road
But everyone's like
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Pour it up, stir it up for the like
They don't know about, know about road
But everyone's like
[Verse 2: Shakka & Cadet]
Captain spice on ice,I just wanna feel alright
I ain't the stuntin type, I just wanna beat and write
Frosted her waist some more, show her what slow jams for
She wants the D from all the rap lords
He wants to be like all the rap stars
She pick up the purse and light the landlord
But he prices X and known to reload
Where does he come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?
I'm just trying to find my size and a nice pair of double Ds
Don't care about the stripes and teams
Fam I care about stripes and teams
Don't a boy from the opps around me
I beg you understand, my G
'cause your nightlife is that roadside
And their nightlife is TV
Yeah I hear what you're saying, my G
Hate when they act like thugs around me
Begging them man are on their tenth edit
They want you've been Cadet Cadet Cadet Cadet
You should know, bro
Old school like a la moto
Stuck on you, this a Go Pro
Stick in the air, that's a pole vault
Ain't done jack for your postcode
Talking back, that's a no-no
I've got a boy from the yellow brick road who will click and send your dawg home, that's Toto
You bust your gun you're a (gangsta)
You trap trap you're a (trap star)
You're a jokeman, you're a (prankstar)
No Gs in your Unit, you're a (wanksta)
Don't live that life, you're a (actor)
Can pop in your face is a (fanta)
In for a shock, that's (Blanca)
Fam it's mad how
[Chorus: Shakka]
Everyone's like
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
They pour it up, stir it up for the like
They don't know about, know about road
But everyone's like
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P. Sunday
Pour it up, stir it up for the like
They don't know about, know about road
But everyone's like