King Louie - Another Day lyrics

[Intro] GANG! Louie what'chu on bro? [Verse 1: Lil Herb] Another day, another body droppin' If I go broke then I'mma rob somebody A fragile body can't survive a shotty Pump a n***a, I'll slump a n***a And I been shot at by a bunch a n***as But I'll still never run from a n***a Catch a n***a hollows flyin' for dem n***as 50 hit every last one of n***as Got some old heads that'll slump a n***a But you still can get k**ed by my younger n***as My young n***as hungry, put 'em on a lick And they'll take every last thing from a n***a I got hittas wit' me rollin' off a flat Now it's hittas in me, ridin' wit' this 30 I might high speed, so I think that I might go get me a Hemi Lil bro gotta 30 now it's me and 60 We ain't goin' in 'til them b**hes empty Mally tryna make his Glock go empty Ridin' on them oppers but they block so empty Kobe make me wanna catch a body Seeking for revenge, but that's not forgiveness My n***as ridin' wit' it, they on business Shoot a brick a hunnid times, put that on Guiness My hittas know they don't condone the snitchin' f** a trial, broski dome the witness! Lookin' for them n***as, why they keep sneak dissin' See him in the field, up the nickel n***as act like they pretendin' b**h I'm in the field wit' the steel n***as say they wanna k** me, act like they forgettin' Lil bro keep a Glock wit' 30 shots for any block Wit' red beams to help them pay attention [Verse 2: King Louie] Another day, another dollar for me Wake up and get to the money Money on me so that tool is on me If I want him gone, I'll put money on 'em AKs wit' them hunnids in 'em Let 'em up, bring out the runner in 'em Ion bop I do the money dance Pack louder than an ambulance I be goin' dumb wit' my big head friends Them new hun duns make me feelin' friends I spend hella bands on my Robin jeans Gotta get this green by any means Cop k**as in the magazines From the block to the magazines I'm Mike, yo b**h Billie Jean Make her best friend lick her belly ring My life like a Belly scene Catch me flexin' in that Pelle thing b**hes want me like a wedding ring No answer I just let it ring No time to talk baby 'tml' And ion set up no voicemail M.O.B. 'til I D-I-E Wit' a beam on tha heat, I could shoot a bee Shoot a creep in the eye and tell 'em, "see" I told yo dumba** not to f** wit' me No love for a b**h I just f** and leave She just s**in' dick, and she ugly I'm sick of gettin' bands I got counterflu k**as a hit up a carnival Get shot hella times like its lots of you We DOA they can't doctor you