G.T., Mack Nickels - Daytona lyrics
[G.T., Mack Nickels - Daytona lyrics]
This pain on me there it go, yeah
(Ron-Ron load it up, Ron-Ron load it up)
Ron-Ron, what up? Real, ayy
How I stay sane with all this pain on me?
How I stay sane with all this pain on me?
How I still love you and you changed on me?
I was waitin' on the bag
You ain't wait on me
I was runnin' out of gas with my tank on E
I was runnin' out of cash
Couldn't get a bite to eat
When you out here in these streets, nigga
This ain't for the weak
Lost granny nineteen
Wish I could kiss her on her cheek
Wan just did a ten, he got out
Ain't miss a beat
Ridin' 'round in a Benz
Gettin' massaged by the seat
Lil' nigga say they shoppin'
Why they ain't got 'em no receipts?
I'm in Cali while I'm coppin'
Ron-Ron on the bеat
How I know who really poppin'
'cause we always main topic
For thе watch, I left it
Plain, for the chain, i got it rocky
Niggas out here cappin'
They ain't really movin' things
Louis hoodie, Louis shoes
Also Saint Laurent jeans
I'm really havin' motion
They ain't havin' motion mix it
Mix the Cuban link up with the diamond choker
I bounced right back after them niggas
Thought this shit was over
Talkin' to this chicken
It feel like I'm here with Soda
They don't wanna cop that shit 'cause
It got too much soda
When they cop that shit from us
They 'bout to take shit over
When you flyin' with that bag, get a layover
I'm 'bout to go drop sixty
Racks on a Daytona, ayy
Conversation little different when they
Know your cheese up (When shit like Spanish)
Niggas get they first watch and
Keep rollin' they sleeves up
(I don't wanna see it)
Niggas talkin' Daytonas
They ain't got no Paul Newmans (At all)
Off the O's, watch my wrist dance
No Krush Groovin' (Turbo)
Every bitch I love is bustdown
My point is proven (On God)
The whole city feel I'm winnin'
But I feel I'm losin'
(Said I'm losin' still)
I'm never on the scene
But these hoes choosin'
(I don't need y'all)
Even when I'm standin' still
A nigga bag movin' (Shit, I'm through)
Nigga fly with a bag and get a layover
(Not me) the last day party
Think I wore a Range Rover
Bums started wearin' Creed
Then it gave me hives (I hate it)
A lot of niggas look different
When they rappin' lies, yeah
(Lot of niggas)
I'm really havin' motion
They ain't havin' motion mix it
Mix the Cuban link up with the diamond choker
I bounced right back after them niggas
Thought this shit was over
Talkin' to this chicken
It feel like I'm here with Soda
They don't wanna cop that shit 'cause
It got too much soda
When they cop that shit from us
They 'bout to take shit over
When you flyin' with that bag, get a layover
I'm 'bout to go drop sixty
Racks on a Daytona, ayy
(Ron-Ron load it up, Ron-Ron load it up)
Ron-Ron, what up? Real, ayy
How I stay sane with all this pain on me?
How I stay sane with all this pain on me?
How I still love you and you changed on me?
I was waitin' on the bag
You ain't wait on me
I was runnin' out of gas with my tank on E
I was runnin' out of cash
Couldn't get a bite to eat
When you out here in these streets, nigga
This ain't for the weak
Lost granny nineteen
Wish I could kiss her on her cheek
Wan just did a ten, he got out
Ain't miss a beat
Ridin' 'round in a Benz
Gettin' massaged by the seat
Lil' nigga say they shoppin'
Why they ain't got 'em no receipts?
I'm in Cali while I'm coppin'
Ron-Ron on the bеat
How I know who really poppin'
'cause we always main topic
For thе watch, I left it
Plain, for the chain, i got it rocky
Niggas out here cappin'
They ain't really movin' things
Louis hoodie, Louis shoes
Also Saint Laurent jeans
I'm really havin' motion
They ain't havin' motion mix it
Mix the Cuban link up with the diamond choker
I bounced right back after them niggas
Thought this shit was over
Talkin' to this chicken
It feel like I'm here with Soda
They don't wanna cop that shit 'cause
It got too much soda
When they cop that shit from us
They 'bout to take shit over
When you flyin' with that bag, get a layover
I'm 'bout to go drop sixty
Racks on a Daytona, ayy
Conversation little different when they
Know your cheese up (When shit like Spanish)
Niggas get they first watch and
Keep rollin' they sleeves up
(I don't wanna see it)
Niggas talkin' Daytonas
They ain't got no Paul Newmans (At all)
Off the O's, watch my wrist dance
No Krush Groovin' (Turbo)
Every bitch I love is bustdown
My point is proven (On God)
The whole city feel I'm winnin'
But I feel I'm losin'
(Said I'm losin' still)
I'm never on the scene
But these hoes choosin'
(I don't need y'all)
Even when I'm standin' still
A nigga bag movin' (Shit, I'm through)
Nigga fly with a bag and get a layover
(Not me) the last day party
Think I wore a Range Rover
Bums started wearin' Creed
Then it gave me hives (I hate it)
A lot of niggas look different
When they rappin' lies, yeah
(Lot of niggas)
I'm really havin' motion
They ain't havin' motion mix it
Mix the Cuban link up with the diamond choker
I bounced right back after them niggas
Thought this shit was over
Talkin' to this chicken
It feel like I'm here with Soda
They don't wanna cop that shit 'cause
It got too much soda
When they cop that shit from us
They 'bout to take shit over
When you flyin' with that bag, get a layover
I'm 'bout to go drop sixty
Racks on a Daytona, ayy