Sickboyrari - Starting Off My Day lyrics
[Sickboyrari - Starting Off My Day lyrics]
Mid pack, everybody looking
Mid pack sparking, everybody looking
Six stoves in the house and everybody cooking
Eight stoves in the house
And everybody cooking ha ha, Guwop
Starting off my day with a blunt of the purp
No pancake, but some foreign lean syrup
Yoom yoom yoom yoom, hop out the vert
I be sliding two deep
Counting bands till it hurt
And my dogs in the trench
Sounding like a way out
Pullin up in a hellcat
Hop out like a choppa in yo mouth
And these hoes will do
Anything for that clout
Don't give a fuck, I got that mud
He gon' run up in your house
Bald fade like I'm Russell
I ain't fucking with no waves
Six stoves, four bedrooms, turn it to a trap
Whole gang getting glatt 'cause you
Know I shoot likе that
Whole gang getting glatt 'cause you
Know wе still like that
Starting off my day with a blunt of the mid
Put a thirty in the clip
'cause I'm in my kicks
Bands hang with me, yeah
I'm cooling with the dead
Six stoves, four beds
Turned the mansion to a switch
And I ain't fascinated by none of this shit
I be sliding foreign coupe thinking
How I got like this
I be sliding foreign coupe thinking
How I got like this
Starting off my day with a blunt of the purp
No pancake, but some foreign lean syrup
Yoom yoom yoom yoom, hop out the vert
I be sliding two deep
Counting bands till it hurt
And my dogs in the trench
Sounding like a way out
Pullin up in a hellcat
Hop out like a choppa in yo mouth
And these hoes will do
Anything for that clout
Don't give a fuck, I got that mud
He gon' run up in your house
Mid pack sparking, everybody looking
Six stoves in the house and everybody cooking
Eight stoves in the house
And everybody cooking ha ha, Guwop
Starting off my day with a blunt of the purp
No pancake, but some foreign lean syrup
Yoom yoom yoom yoom, hop out the vert
I be sliding two deep
Counting bands till it hurt
And my dogs in the trench
Sounding like a way out
Pullin up in a hellcat
Hop out like a choppa in yo mouth
And these hoes will do
Anything for that clout
Don't give a fuck, I got that mud
He gon' run up in your house
Bald fade like I'm Russell
I ain't fucking with no waves
Six stoves, four bedrooms, turn it to a trap
Whole gang getting glatt 'cause you
Know I shoot likе that
Whole gang getting glatt 'cause you
Know wе still like that
Starting off my day with a blunt of the mid
Put a thirty in the clip
'cause I'm in my kicks
Bands hang with me, yeah
I'm cooling with the dead
Six stoves, four beds
Turned the mansion to a switch
And I ain't fascinated by none of this shit
I be sliding foreign coupe thinking
How I got like this
I be sliding foreign coupe thinking
How I got like this
Starting off my day with a blunt of the purp
No pancake, but some foreign lean syrup
Yoom yoom yoom yoom, hop out the vert
I be sliding two deep
Counting bands till it hurt
And my dogs in the trench
Sounding like a way out
Pullin up in a hellcat
Hop out like a choppa in yo mouth
And these hoes will do
Anything for that clout
Don't give a fuck, I got that mud
He gon' run up in your house