CB - Broad Day lyrics

Kayman

Niggas wanna talk 'bout drillings
(Drillings)
If I had more than one bell in the chamber
There would have been killings (On my life)
Put corn and change man feelings
(Man feelings)
Talking grow yards, I've been in it (In it)
Crowbar, Rambo, scissors
Still hop out with spinners (Bu-bush)
More time I'm like, "Let's lurk"
Bro's like, "We got no dingers"
(Fuck's sake) now he's got me feeling low
So I'm like, "Let's rob some niggas"
Right now, anyone can go
So you best dodge me, nigga (Best dodge me)
And trust me, we make corn blow
That's why the feds too inner (Bow)
Still grind hard, tryna get figures
We were CYG had the fear in the team


Bare man fell off
'Cah their heart weren't into the beef
(Weren't into the beef)
'Cah their heart weren't into the streets
(Weren't into the streets)
Niggas can't talk about me
'cah I've dun put in work for the G's
And I still put in work for the team
(And I'll do it again)
I keep my circle tight
Everyone in my circle rides
We do drillings, yeah, we hurting guys
I miss Dimpz, yeah, he's certified
(Bring him back) been out all day
Long shifts, yeah, I'm tryna get paid
We do drills, yeah, them straps get blazed
Anywhere goes, get clapped broad day (Bow)
Money and violence
Still riding, tryna dodge Trident
Take me in, Lord knows I ain't lying
(On my life) get 'round there
Like where the fuck are they hiding?
(Where they at?) get round there
Like where the fuck are they at?
(Where they at?) put it on my life
They don't wanna see Blackz
'Cah more time, man's gonna see waps
Need more corn 'cah that corn gets dashed
Yeah that yeah that corn gets dashed
See me with M and you're running laps (Bow)
Man get caught, he ain't coming back
So you best pray when this something bangs
(Bu-bush) don't do drive-bys
Hop out the ride, man's gettin' that live
6 in the clip, man's letting off 5
1 for the feds 'cah they took my guys
(Fuck 'em) like, fuck 'em
Man still G lean with the suttin'
You got views and you ain't on nothin'
Talking about riding, trust, man does it
(You feel?) lemme see him, I'll bun him
Corn in clips come bigger than onions
Last time I saw that punk, he was running
They don't want smoke
I can put it on my mother's (Life)
Don't lack don't lack
'cause the corn come live
We got skengs, so the opps don't ride
Ride-out where? You can't past this line
(You can't step in the Gaza)
Can't step in the 7th
More time, man steps with weapons
Do drilling, yeah, we bath in petty
Buck YB and we'll turn man fetty (Ching)
Ching man's eye
We got Rambos, spinners and rides
Beefing us? Man, you better think twice
It's peak now, it's getting dark at 5
(It's peak) i swear the team is most hated
Why's that? 'Cause we drill on pavements
Trigger happy, just aim at faces
Them man patties, can't call them paigons
(Patties) them man way too chatty
When I got the mash I was way too happy
I love riding, I'm way too catty
Spot that opp, I'mma do man badly
Like, who wants passa?
So I'll dip man down just for banter
Turn man ghost, I ain't talking Casper
Skengs on deck, one call for the hammer
(Brrt, brrt) 7th to the world and back
I was doing road, you were singing on tracks
Kway back, the team use to lurk in cabs
Everything I rap, on my life, that's facts
(On my life)
Still tryna get my bread up (Yeah?)
Still ride, tryna leave man dead up (Yeah?)
Knew the risk don't beef with the Gaza
We'll get 'round them and leave
The whole place shell up (Gaza)

Kayman