Project Pat - Everyday lyrics

Pistol and a scale, nigga must get mad
Drugs are in demand
You got work you never fake
You could get called up, you could go to jail
That's why you need a stash for
All your b's and for bail
Get your chips up, stack your bunions out
Get the hustle slowed up and
Get them young'ns out
When those lames start stunting
You wanna take some
Call for a smack to the jaw, baby break some
Got them youngsters on that loud
Niggas fuck with me
Shooting choppers like the 18
Going on like like Mr T

I'm thugging, I'm outchea going dummy
Same shit everyday
Still outchea with my young'ns
With my diamonds, we out here chasing money
They say you get high baby
Them groupies love me
I lost another good nigga, that shit muddy
That's why I stay strapped
All my niggas karate
Still with my young niggas tryna get the cake
P9, bitch I'm over here everyday

Chicken head, chicken head
Hot wings and baloney shooting like Ginobli
Robbing all your homies
Niggas in the hood be balling like they Kobe
Chrome to your dome bitch, gimme that Rollie
Big Trill, yeah, niggas can't fuck with me
I'm a role model
Shoot your head looking up to me
Mouth full of gold, truck full of bricks
Just tryna get some head out
Of another nigga's bitch
Money, money, I'm tryna make this money
Got your bitch real high
Got her nose running
Open up your mouth bitch
Time the drink coming
Tricks off the kids, you silly little bunny
I been getting hot, like the end of May
Try your bitch hit me up in
The middle of the late
Night bird acting up so I
Treated her like Ray Ray
This stacking nigga, getting man
No he throwing gay rights

I'm thugging, I'm outchea going dummy
Same shit everyday
Still outchea with my young'ns
With my diamonds, we out here chasing money
They say you get high baby
Them groupies love me
I lost another good nigga, that shit muddy
That's why I stay strapped
All my niggas karate
Still with my young niggas tryna get the cake
P9, bitch I'm over here everyday
Still with my young niggas tryna get the cake
P9, bitch I'm over here everyday

East Xans street, you know where I came from
Out here gang bang, post up with the same gun
I keep is A-1 with all my day ones
I stopped reading the Bible after page one
Knew how to measure a bottle at the age of 1
Even then
I learned how to talk but not to say nothing
Niggas mouth got a play button feds coming
Larry Davis if they read something
Head hunting, Papi Mason tryna dead something
Anthony Davis shooting all over
Your haters something
The head I did it was for head hunting
You running from your main woman
We be face fucking
Yeah I got some but I'm gon' stay hustling
I got shots for this some
But I'm gon' stay bucking

I'm thugging, I'm outchea going dummy
Same shit everyday
Still outchea with my young'ns
With my diamonds, we out here chasing money
They say you get high baby
Them groupies love me
I lost another good nigga, that shit muddy
That's why I stay strapped
All my niggas karate
Still with my young niggas tryna get the cake
P9, bitch I'm over here everyday