Day Ones feat. RD by TT17 Lyrics
[Verse 1]
[TT17]
Aye! (Wassup?) Where y’all wanna go?
Aye! (What?) To the top? Say no mo’
Aye! (Yuh) Now she wanna be my hoe
Aye! (Yah) Whip it with my bros
Aye, when I’m with my bros, man, I feel so alive (aye)
We chillin’ and workin’ till we clock out, like we got a 9-5
Aye, 4L, my day ones, no room for the fake ones
When I’m rappin’ at the top, there’s only room for my day ones
Like Ryan, Joe, Marcos, Victor, and Austin
TT with hype beats, that don’t happen very often
But I heard the beat, heard the heat
I heard the beat, I heard that it’s heat
Wrote ‘em the bars, beat is the star
Tear it apart, whippin’ the car
I got my brotha’s, got my boys, ain’t nowhere we can’t go
I’m goin’ triple platinum, man I’ll buy the boys a Lambo
These my 4 Lifes, my slats, kill the track (aye)
I switched up the flow, switchin’ it back, kill it again, Travis is back, aye
[Chorus]
[TT17]
Cruise down the street, we bumpin’ heat
Aye, cruise down the street, we playin’ beats
Aye, cruise down the street, I’m with my bros
Aye, cruise down the street, that’s how it goes, aye
[Verse 2]
[TT17]
Chill in Ryan’s Audi, it don’t get any better
She tryna ride with the boys? Nope, we won’t let her
Shoutout to my boys, we all in ‘till the end
“Switch the flow!” Okay, I’ll hop on the trend, aye
Hop on the trend, like y’all hop on a wave
Put this song at a party, a rave
Rap with me? You know Ima bake ‘em
Bake ‘em and shake ‘em, they won’t even say sum
Aye, 4L, my day ones, no room for the fake ones
When I’m rappin’ at the top, there’s only room for my day ones
Like Ryan, Joe, Marcos, Victor, and Austin
TT with hype beats, that don’t happen very often
But I heard the beat, heard the heat
I heard the beat, I heard that it’s heat
Wrote ‘em the bars, beat is the star
Tear it apart, whippin’ the car
We pull up to a party, we’re strapped with a Ferrari
They got a DJ, bangers? (no way) They bumpin’ Carti
I’m always with my boys, I’ll pull up with my boys
We cruisin’ down Pacific, man, we pullin’ up at Troy’s, aye
[Chorus]
[TT17]
Cruise down the street, we bumpin’ heat
Aye, cruise down the street, we playin’ beats
Aye, cruise down the street, I’m with my bros
Aye, cruise down the street, that’s how it goes, aye
[Verse 3]
[TT17]
Ryan’s been my boy since the 4th grade
I got unfinished business with RD and VA
We stacked up, our racks up, my tracks up
Homie dipped on the group, loser betta back up (back up)
You cried over Sofia, I had your back
When I make it big, you ‘gon run back
Man, you stupid, look who you lost
“$100 shades!” You got em at Ross
Ain’t got no money, maybe I’m lucky
A kid like you, you got no bunnies
Can’t touch the net, I won’t forget
How you dipped this time, racks on set
Aye
I’m with my boys, cruise down the street, aye
[Verse 4]
[RD]
RD on the beat
Me, Travis, Austin like Miami Heat
Boutta get that three peat
We don’t get with hoes, cuz we know they always cheat, aye
[Verse 5]
[TT17]
Hoes, they cheat, we killed this beat
Drop the heat, we stay undefeat
Droppin’ a banger, no cliff-hanger
Smash the 10, New York Ranger
Strict pull 10’s, run back again
Got no friends, Ima start a trend
Ima turn a hype song to a diss
You wanted a feature? Hop on this
Aye, you not a day one, you wish you was
Aye, you turned a fake one, don’t ride with us
Aye
[TT17]
Aye! (Wassup?) Where y’all wanna go?
Aye! (What?) To the top? Say no mo’
Aye! (Yuh) Now she wanna be my hoe
Aye! (Yah) Whip it with my bros
Aye, when I’m with my bros, man, I feel so alive (aye)
We chillin’ and workin’ till we clock out, like we got a 9-5
Aye, 4L, my day ones, no room for the fake ones
When I’m rappin’ at the top, there’s only room for my day ones
Like Ryan, Joe, Marcos, Victor, and Austin
TT with hype beats, that don’t happen very often
But I heard the beat, heard the heat
I heard the beat, I heard that it’s heat
Wrote ‘em the bars, beat is the star
Tear it apart, whippin’ the car
I got my brotha’s, got my boys, ain’t nowhere we can’t go
I’m goin’ triple platinum, man I’ll buy the boys a Lambo
These my 4 Lifes, my slats, kill the track (aye)
I switched up the flow, switchin’ it back, kill it again, Travis is back, aye
[Chorus]
[TT17]
Cruise down the street, we bumpin’ heat
Aye, cruise down the street, we playin’ beats
Aye, cruise down the street, I’m with my bros
Aye, cruise down the street, that’s how it goes, aye
[Verse 2]
[TT17]
Chill in Ryan’s Audi, it don’t get any better
She tryna ride with the boys? Nope, we won’t let her
Shoutout to my boys, we all in ‘till the end
“Switch the flow!” Okay, I’ll hop on the trend, aye
Hop on the trend, like y’all hop on a wave
Put this song at a party, a rave
Rap with me? You know Ima bake ‘em
Bake ‘em and shake ‘em, they won’t even say sum
Aye, 4L, my day ones, no room for the fake ones
When I’m rappin’ at the top, there’s only room for my day ones
Like Ryan, Joe, Marcos, Victor, and Austin
TT with hype beats, that don’t happen very often
But I heard the beat, heard the heat
I heard the beat, I heard that it’s heat
Wrote ‘em the bars, beat is the star
Tear it apart, whippin’ the car
We pull up to a party, we’re strapped with a Ferrari
They got a DJ, bangers? (no way) They bumpin’ Carti
I’m always with my boys, I’ll pull up with my boys
We cruisin’ down Pacific, man, we pullin’ up at Troy’s, aye
[Chorus]
[TT17]
Cruise down the street, we bumpin’ heat
Aye, cruise down the street, we playin’ beats
Aye, cruise down the street, I’m with my bros
Aye, cruise down the street, that’s how it goes, aye
[Verse 3]
[TT17]
Ryan’s been my boy since the 4th grade
I got unfinished business with RD and VA
We stacked up, our racks up, my tracks up
Homie dipped on the group, loser betta back up (back up)
You cried over Sofia, I had your back
When I make it big, you ‘gon run back
Man, you stupid, look who you lost
“$100 shades!” You got em at Ross
Ain’t got no money, maybe I’m lucky
A kid like you, you got no bunnies
Can’t touch the net, I won’t forget
How you dipped this time, racks on set
Aye
I’m with my boys, cruise down the street, aye
[Verse 4]
[RD]
RD on the beat
Me, Travis, Austin like Miami Heat
Boutta get that three peat
We don’t get with hoes, cuz we know they always cheat, aye
[Verse 5]
[TT17]
Hoes, they cheat, we killed this beat
Drop the heat, we stay undefeat
Droppin’ a banger, no cliff-hanger
Smash the 10, New York Ranger
Strict pull 10’s, run back again
Got no friends, Ima start a trend
Ima turn a hype song to a diss
You wanted a feature? Hop on this
Aye, you not a day one, you wish you was
Aye, you turned a fake one, don’t ride with us
Aye