Monday Nights

Harmonizing [Intro] I can't believe Why'd you do this me (really can't believe) Why'd you do this me Can't believe you would do that to me I swear to god that I can't believe Why would you do it, why would you do it Cause you do this to me Why would you do it, why'd you do this to me Why would you do it, why'd you do that to me [Verse 1] There's a reason why I'm pissed off Cause this ho try to shit talk Talkin' like she cut my dick off Then her brother try to ride on me, huh He don't know I got a 9 on me Pup try to bring it to the big dog Try to run his lips off Shot him in his leg, he had to limp off She was always on the dumb shit Cause there's shooters at the function Tryna talk like she run shit Cause she know I got my gun with me Gotta keep her by the phone with me Like a bitch in the front with me (bad bitch) Cause this games gettin' too deep And I'm ballin' like I'm two-three (23) [Hook x2] Now you got me back on my bullshit Yeah you know I'm back on my bullshit Tell me why the hell do that to me I'm out on these streets I can't believe Can't believe you would do that to me Don't fuck with no bitches that don't fuck with me Don't fuck with no niggas that don't fuck with me Fuck with some niggas that came from these streets Can handle these bitches I'm after these digits I gotta go get 'em That's why I ain't chillin' I'm the realest of niggas But I'm tryna be the richest [Verse 2] That's why I got stacks in the shoe box And I got some extra bands by the new socks Fuckin' pullin hoes, Jimmy too hot Foreign bitches ask me, "How'd you do that?" Jimmy F50 got a new bag Even helped Stella to get her groove back Tryna spend some bands on a new watch Fuckin' every bitch in her tube top I'm just being honest, why my crews hot Perfect view of the tower from the rooftop Coming through the whole block in a new drop So they love me in my city like I'm 2pac [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Oh oh, girl I just do Only got room for like 2 in the coupe Course I got room for a bitch with some boobs Once I got closer it was easy to choose She seen the coupe Swear she got swept off her shoes Now she wanna come through She wanna see what it do Dude is so chillin, I do is so good It's easy for me, it's harder for you They hate that I'm caking, could bake it for two Making like niggas that's breaking the rules They making it move, yeah that why they like my shoes They bleachy is Keishy, ain't never been geeky You know that they know