Broad Day

Get your dark in broad day
Don’t want no death, get out my way
Shit, I’m diggin' this Bopete
I think this the one right here
Get your dark in broad day
Don’t want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain’t show no face
No court date 'cause I did the race
Ran to the back, now I run through states
Aye, gang
Slide down on my bitches
I’ma up they send me automatic, I’m gon' blow
So bitches know they want that smoke
And they can have it, bitches kept but I get active
Want them blows like a crack addict
I won’t tell you, once or twice
I send them birds, get the message
Bitches crazy but I’m stupid
Got no sense so I get ruthless
They ain’t used to this, they grew up 'round that goofy shit
Solo, I hate groupie shit, my life be on some movie shit
New to this, but truth to this, bet they ain’t know that I was next
Came to your city just to flex
Run down on a bitch, now I’m runnin' up checks
Been passin' these hoes like a test
Can’t leave my drip, that’s viewer discretion
Been my own friend, no need no bestie
Had my own back when I had no back
Shit gettin' real so it gotta be said
Walk around wild full of deadass hands
Get your dark in broad day
Don’t want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain’t show no face
No court date 'cause I did the race
Ran to the back, now I run through states
Aye, gang
They been watchin' me and studyin'
I’m topic of discussion
No wonder bitches keep failin' me
They suck at tryna up me
They can’t learn me, I’m too different
Tryna follow, I keep skippin'
Ride the wave then you start slippin'
You can’t keep up with this beat
I’m too guaped up, I’m too pretty
I can’t let that nigga near me
They don’t hear me, they don’t listen
When I take off, they gon' miss me
First he kiss me, now he diss me
Guess I hurt that nigga feelings
Tryna brag about his bitches
I start braggin' 'bout my digits
Got more balls than I got feelin’s
I shoot shots that kill these niggas
Bae them up like I’m gon' fuck
And when we link, his pocket’s snuck
Got 'em slump without this coochie
Use a nigga 'fore he use me
He’s a duckie, he’s a groupie
Most of you niggas really lose us
Get your dark in broad day
Don’t want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain’t show no face
No court date 'cause I did the race
Ran to the back, now I run through states
Aye, gang
Ok, huh
That day in the court that I ran the case
All that slick shit, you ain’t got no place
Kill who? Put it on the date
It ain’t a race, I don’t compete with nothin’s
And fuck with me? I’ma show you somethin'
Plenty money, I don’t want for nothin'
I ain’t gon' pull it, but I ain’t gon' take it from you
Aye (You know that), huh
You know what I’m talkin' 'bout
Me and K, we gon' air 'em down
Fuck with 'em, I’ma air around
They ain’t gon' took the crown
I’ma show 'em real what the
You don’t want it, all them fuckin' threats
Put a name on it, do your fuckin' best
I’ma change on it, in the court room I don' came on it
Cap on the out, she still the type to keep runnin' your mouth
What I’m about
That ain’t a question you do know the route
Like fuck the assumptions, uppin' us out
You did it in blood when you come to me
You beefin' with me, ain’t a cup of tea
I’m talkin' 'bout heat when you fuck with me, huh
L’il bitch
Get your dark in broad day
Don’t want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain’t show no face
No court date 'cause I did the race
Ran to the back, now I run through states
Aye, gang
Bih, I’m on demand, now
I’m takin' over like I’m on
I’m workin' hard, y’all been layin' down
I ain’t bitin' shit, I got my own style
Still givin' bitches the runaround
You ain’t no boss, you a fuckin' clown
You ain’t no shit, need to calm down
Hey, tell that l’il bitch she can calm down
You heard what I said, for me to feel bad for the bitches
The pressure, their future ended the pressure
You know that they need it, I know it’s my time
You l’il bitches really don’t come with the beef
Know that I’m greedy, I’m not with the talkin'
I’m not with the preachin'
My back to the crop, they follow the leader
They copy and paste me and then I delete 'em
Get your dark in broad day
Don’t want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain’t show no face
No court date 'cause I did the race
Ran to the back, now I run through states
Aye, gang