Thursday’s

Part I
[Intro]
Ay-yo, yo (ay-yo, yo)

[Verse]
I'm 'bout to snatch the crown again
They be like, "why this nigga switching his style again?"
I'm in the Islands with my shooter on a boat like we Somalians (gat-gat-gat)
Plug look like Offset with the Versace lens (Migo)
I got a hockey stick from a hockey fan
The white man still screaming racial slurs from the hockey stands
I select my soldiers like I'm UEP
Lookin' like a Black Panther party with the chops in hand
Walk inside the club with the rocky
I ain't even have to use it, brodie knocked him out his sockies
How the hell that bitch nigga tried to sock mе?
I told that nigga "chill, don't make me start Kay Flock-ing," nigga
I just came back from a trip, I'm in a good spirit
I bеnd a [?] in the Benzy with the windows tinted (K Lo K)
I skipped a deal like a Five Percenter
'Cause lately I been praying to God he make us stop sinning (on god, nigga)
I told my nigga, "this block, you better start spinning"
Shabb and zaza like Popeyes and the spinach
I'm the illest nigga ever, I'm a star in it (I'm a star in it)
We wear chain snatchers when we pull up
We snatch your whole pendants (nigga)
This that real death soul, that's word to Nic Craven (Nic Craven, nigga)
Glock .23 came with the green laser (bah-bah-bah-bah)
Put a nigga on the news like we don't read papers
Bow down and show respect when you see greatness, nigga

Part II
[Chorus]
Money coming in on the first day
First day, first day
Thursdays was the worst days, now we sipping champagne when we—
When we thirsty, when we thirsty
Thursdays was the worst days, now we sipping champagne when we thirsty, nigga