BabyTron - Day In Ferndale lyrics

[Intro] (Ayo, Mark A!) [Verse] Loose Cannon and WEALTHY shoppin', I'm in Ferndale [?] you still scramblin' tryna [?] Was loadin' Bitcoin, always missed the first bell Winnin' now, still humble from my first L Winnin' now, turned my first L into a lession Shootin' down south for that sack like a Houston, Texas Ten moves ahead, checkmate, catch me Louis steppin' Time for a third charm, you know Hutch gon' do the pendant Cartier's on, buffed up, b*tch, I'm heavy pressin' Doggy hit the crib fu*ked up, blowin' reggie, stressin' Who the fu*k your jeweler is? Tuck that petty necklace Thousand dollar kicks, you see me wit 'em then I bet he stеppin' I just walk into the booth and tell you how I'm livin' You a superhеro to the hoes, I'm chillin' 'round the villains Thought I lost my mind, was lookin' for it, then I found some chicken Lamb' truck in Cali, catch me playin' out of town ridiculous 6 of wocky, drop it in a red ruby squirt Pocket full of pape', my friends dead like I'm Uzi Vert Leavin' [?], I had to up my Gucci shirt b*tch said three words when she see me, "Ooh, he turnt" Said four words back like, "b*tch, you kinda ugly" Heard bein' broke a joke but I ain't never find it funny I just wake my ass up and go and find some money Fourteen hundred on the kicks, the soles kinda bloody Charged up, got my b*tch cookin' up like Bulma Unc'y doin' turnaround with them "what-you-call-its" When I was down, they ain't answer, now they'll know I'll never call 'em Stackin' up leashes for these hoes 'cause you know I dog 'em Hit the corner store, you know I got a Everfresh SB, DSM, b*tch, we forever steppin' Tryna wrestle? I got somethin' that's gon' end the wrestlin' Pack-A-Punch the AR-15, this a special weapon I might go OT and never come back Lil freak b*tch, I'm in her walls like a thumbtack Talkin' bout, "he upped some dogsh*t," he need that one cap Heard they stuck, can't relate, I'm finna run laps Designer bag full of sh*t, pull it out and act a ass Late night slidin', rifle got a flash attached Fraud guy, walkin' out of Chase with a bag of cash I don't sell weed but when I do, I'm Mr. Tax-His-Ass [Outro] Huh, aye, sh*tty Boyz (Hold on, I'm 'bout to come in) (Ayo, Mark A!)