Project Pat - Everyday lyrics

[Verse 1] Pistol and a scale, n***a must get mad Drugs are in demand, you got work you never fake You could get called up, you could go to jail That's why you need a stash for all your b's and for bail Get your chips up, stack your bunions out Get the hustle slowed up and get them young'ns out When those lames start stunting, you wanna take some Call for a smack to the jaw, baby break some Got them youngsters on that loud, n***as f** with me Shooting choppers like the 18, going on like like Mr T [Hook] I'm thugging, I'm outchea going dummy Same sh** everyday, still outchea with my young'ns With my diamonds, we out here chasing money They say you get high baby, them groupies love me I lost another good n***a, that sh** muddy That's why I stay strapped, all my n***as karate Still with my young n***as tryna get the cake P9, b**h I'm over here everyday [Verse 2: Big Trill] Chicken head, chicken head, hot wings and baloney Shooting like Ginobli, robbing all your homies n***as in the hood be balling like they Kobe Chrome to your dome b**h, gimme that Rollie Big Trill, yeah, n***as can't f** with me I'm a role model, shoot your head looking up to me Mouth full of gold, truck full of bricks Just tryna get some head out of another n***a's b**h Money, money, I'm tryna make this money Got your b**h real high, got her nose running Open up your mouth b**h, time the drink coming Tricks off the kids, you silly little bunny I been getting hot, like the end of May Try your b**h hit me up in the middle of the late Night bird acting up so I treated her like Ray Ray This stacking n***a, getting man, no he throwing gay rights [Hook] I'm thugging, I'm outchea going dummy Same sh** everyday, still outchea with my young'ns With my diamonds, we out here chasing money They say you get high baby, them groupies love me I lost another good n***a, that sh** muddy That's why I stay strapped, all my n***as karate Still with my young n***as tryna get the cake P9, b**h I'm over here everyday Still with my young n***as tryna get the cake P9, b**h I'm over here everyday [Verse 3] East Xans street, you know where I came from Out here gang bang, post up with the same gun I keep is A-1 with all my day ones I stopped reading the Bible after page one Knew how to measure a bottle at the age of 1 Even then, I learned how to talk but not to say nothing n***as mouth got a play bu*ton Feds coming, Larry Davis if they read something Head hunting, Papi Mason tryna dead something Anthony Davis shooting all over your haters something The head I did it was for head hunting You running from your main woman, we be face f**ing Yeah I got some but I'm gon' stay hustling I got shots for this some but I'm gon' stay bucking [Hook] I'm thugging, I'm outchea going dummy Same sh** everyday, still outchea with my young'ns With my diamonds, we out here chasing money They say you get high baby, them groupies love me I lost another good n***a, that sh** muddy That's why I stay strapped, all my n***as karate Still with my young n***as tryna get the cake P9, b**h I'm over here everyday