Good Day

[Intro] (Wheezy Beats) [Chorus: Gunna] Grindin' and came up from nothin’ Police, we steady duckin' (Ya) Servin' these feigns got me clutchin’ (Ya) Can make you a mill' off my hustlin' (Ya) I couldn't make this up, it was destined Flyin' these jets, we the Jetsons Ain't nobody stoppin' yo' blessin’ Ain’t no nigga bein' yo’ yes man [Verse 1: Gunna] Pull up real fast like a freight train Skrt off with some shit that'll maintain You can't help a loss, it's just more pain My auntie still sniffin’ that cocaine I pray and just hope that she okay Gucci brand on, I don't see no shade (No shade) You still walk in and cop Dolce You suckered up niggas get play Kickin' this shit with the sensei (Sеnsei) Hit the strip club in the mid day (Mid day) Trappin', I usеd to sell mid weight I capped and went up off a mixtape I'm backin', correctin' my mistakes You put your all in, you gon' get paid I'm still tryna die, but I just can't [Pre-Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug] I'm thankful that I had a good day I'm thankful that I had a good day I'm thankful that I had a good day, yeah [Chorus: Gunna] Grindin' and came up from nothin' Police, we steady duckin' (Ya) Servin' these feigns got me clutchin' (Ya) Can make you a mill' off my hustlin' (Ya) I couldn't make this up, it was destined Flyin' these jets, we the Jetsons Ain't nobody stoppin' yo' blessin' Ain't no nigga bein' yo' yes man [Verse 2: Young Thug] Hey, [?] I need my bitches, yeah I point you out and eat your flesh, yeah Like the temptations, we the [?], oh yeah Beat the case in my sleep, lady still wanna freak I can't go back to the streets I know everybody watchin' me I'm gon' eat it up that bitch [?] On the [?], twenty Rollies, I'm the man, Shawty Lo Drop your pants at the do', yeah I had it, I lost it, fasho, uh These racks in my pocket gon' blow Half a mill', I got the whole streets right I'm ridin' with my millions, my guys Take the top off and look in the sky See the same thing as the roof on the Wraith Oh, I switch out the whips, got the coupe in the day Oh, I ran them M's, she back callin' me “bae” Oh, I'm smokin' some fruit that I got from your bitch I hop out the coupe, get to poppin' today, oh, oh [Chorus: Gunna] Grindin' and came up from nothin' Police, we steady duckin' (Ya) Servin' these feigns got me clutchin' (Ya) Can make you a mill' off my hustlin' (Ya) I couldn't make this up, it was destined Flyin' these jets, we the Jetsons Ain't nobody stoppin' yo' blessin' Ain't no nigga bein' yo' yes man