Day Ones - It's The Day Ones lyrics

[Verse 1: Wright Reasons] Uh bruh, I'm gettin' all these hoes They flockin' around me like they some f**in' crows Yeah they like s**in' on my toes Just kiddin' they sittin' at my shows You know I like hangin' out with my bros And baggin' all these a** Yo titties so small I need a magnifying gla** I wanna see your a**, and your titties Too bad you part of the itty bitty tittie committee Uh, yeah, you feel that sh**? Feels so good when I'm lickin' on your clit My boy Zachadelic, know what I'm sayin'? [Hook: Rezzy Reece] It's the day ones (x8) [Verse 2: Captain Hiroshima; Al-Vici) C: Shootin' up black tar h**n Chlamydia's actin' up again Girl, you can swallow this dick cuz I know you no vegitarian A: Put the 9 mil to your chest, yes Day Ones squad is the best, yes Ridin' low in the six-four Day Ones movin all the dope C: Day Ones we out here collectin' the cash Droppin' yo panties and eatin' yo a** A: Young money makers be gettin' the cash Lookin' for your girl and I bet she gon' smash f** you sayin' you the realest? Last time I checked you a real b**h Yo p**y smell like a real fish AK to your dome on my wish-list, yeah C: Me and Al-Vici smoke the kush Stackin' us rappers in the books Just cause we from Asia don't mean we can't play ya and yo b**hes want us to smush A: Tryna f** around with squad or nah? Finna f** around and get shot or nah? 9 milli light up your chest Day Ones b**h f** the rest [Hook: Rezzy Reece] [Verse 3: Zachadelic; Rezzy Reece] Z: Uh-oh, I got that lean again I got all this money that I'm tryna spend I think of these lyrics with no pen My squad hold it down, from now till the end R: Shouts to the squad, shouts to the squad We smokin' that weed and it's straight from the jar Straight from the jar, straight from the jar We gettin' so high we probably from Mars Z: We on some trap sh** You're hot so I wanna hit Shoutout to Rocky, cause we gettin' lit I'm wheelin' these hoes, so don't throw a fit R: Livin' it up, livin' it up Drinkin' my lean from a sippy cup Seein' the b**h that I'm probably gon' f** They wantin' the squad, we don't need no luck Wheelin' these hoes, they askin' to s** So deep in the p**y I think that it's stuck [Closing enactment] What the f** was that? Get my back Rookie Reece I got you bruh bruh! Jeremy change your shirt. Oh Alex, whoa! Oh sh**, they cappin' on our a**! They got me, they got me bruh bruh!