作曲 : Yaya Berete/Ethan Cumming/Julian Matsievski/Mercedes Britton Every Monday you know we be ’bout that gun play Every Tuesday slide up on the opps like doomsday Every Wednesday I take the time to check my friends yeah Every Thursday it’s a party like the weekends Every Friday we f#ck them b#tches into Saturday Every Sunday I send me shooter right to church Have you ever smelt the dirt? Pop out the corner put you on a shirt Betta not leave your stick you know I’m wit da sh#ts Better not go and link your b#tch you know that she my b#tch All these n#gg#s play pretend you know I’m bout these M’s If we run in to your #ss we leave you in the trench And I’m steady smoking gas she wondering what it is She know I carry them digits, she wanna have my kids Told her stop calling my phone in the kitchen baby Flying birds like the drone while I’m whipping baby I can’t never stay home I’m in the trenches baby I can never show my mom what’s in these streets baby Where I’m from we never wrong we get it poppin baby There’s nobody I can trust but my glizzy baby Every Monday you know we bout that gun play Every Tuesday slide up on the opps like doomsday Every Wednesday I take the time to check my friends yeah Every Thursday it’s a party like the weekends Every Friday we f#ck them b#tches into Saturday Every Sunday I send me shooter right to church Have you ever smelt the dirt? Pop out the corner put you on a shirt Glizzy automatic try to catch me boy I doubt it Came in with no practice tryna practice on your body First time I seen a body it f#cked up my knowledge I’m in these streets for real you get killed about it I f#cked up gave my youngin pills now he catchin bodies I’m slimey you can get killed if your nose snotty Please don’t worry about my business We kick your door if it’s more than 6 figures I had no home in the trap I was living in f#ckin with my money put you past Mars If my shooter he killer I’m a shooting star A shooting star, a shooting star Every Monday you know we bout that gun play Every Tuesday slide up on the opps like doomsday Every Wednesday I take the time to check my friends yeah Every Thursday it’s a party like the weekends Every Friday we f#ck them b#tches into Saturday Every Sunday I send me shooter right to church Have you ever smelt the dirt? Pop out the corner put you on a shirt编辑于2023/08/06更新