Broad Day

[Intro]

Kayman

[Verse]

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)

[Outro]

Kayman