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[Intro: Dayytona Fox]
Alright, yeah, imagine wakin' up and like
You just scrollin' through ev- like Instagram
And life goin' on and there's an entire epidemic
Now everything has gone bad
The national guard has now stepped in
All your freedom has been taken away from you
You don't get a choice anymore, bruh
NBA gone, NFL gone, [?]
[?]
(Party people, party fuckin' people)
[?]
I want you to stay inside and listen to me

[Verse 1: Dayytona Fox]
I notice everything switchin' and people be bitchin'
You don't pay attention, they talk, you don't listen
I had to go get it, so when I go get it, I step in that kitchen
[?] my God, am I talkin' too much? Ooh
My God, am I walkin' too much? Ooh
My God, am I flexin' too much
Am I [?] too much, am I steppin' too much?
Okay look, everybody ready for the play now
When we get this shit we gotta slay now
I said kiss that ball, get a touchdown
And when we in the end zone fuck it up now, yeah
[?]
So literally you should hop on top right now, girl
I brought me and the Hennessy
The Hennessy? We should all take a shot right now girl
I don't even know what you on, I don't even know what you on
You not bitch, don't call my phone, this a D-A-Y-Y song
Shake that, shake that, go ahead, break that
Oh you gotta [?]
Nah, nah, nah, nah, bet she change her tone

[Bridge: Dayytona Fox]
It's not right for them keep us in the house like this, you know?
Back when I was younger, an epidemic was something you might have learned in high school
It's not something you end up having to live through
Matter of fact, come here, let me tell y'all a story
About when I was younger and I was a kid

[Verse 2: Mikey Polo]
Drive bitch, [?] poppin'
All my niggas 'round, it ain't no option
I just took your main bitch, [?] your bitch
Gettin' real money, no floppin'
Ice on my neck bitch, you know [?]
Take the lil bitch out the picture, I'm croppin'
Bad to the mothafuckin' bone (Bad, bad, bad)
All my niggas [?] (Squad)
'Bout to put a bullet in your dome
Almost forgot I'm a felon with the chrome (Bitch)
Oh you almost forgot that a felon in your home?
[?] making words like I'm tryna right a poem
Bitch, I'm the shit so excuse you (Excuse you)
Bitch, I'm the shit like the number two (Number two)
All these niggas [?]
When I shoot up the club, what's gon' happen? (Psh, psh, psh)