Days Inna North

[Intro]
We gon do this one for the north, yeah
Uh, look

[Verse]
Let me tell y'all 'bout a savage that coming straight from the north
Back in second grade, when I jumped off of the porch
Mama use to say "don't back them hoes in the house"
You disrespectful and I'll stick this gun in your mouth
Keep a flag on me, hangin' out with the Crips
Half of all these bitches probably suckin' my dick
Let me clear the air so all you hoes understand
I can fuck you but I cannot be your man
Once upon a time when I was sellin' them drugs
Kept a .4, I had loaded with slugs
Trappin' at the VP, it was just me and cuz
Robbin' niggas, bitch I'm [?], that's what I does
Niggas actin' out here like they can't be touched
And bitches actin' out here like they can't be fucked
Born a big killer, I see all in my eyes
I'ma probably go to trenches, this shit kept me alive

[Chorus]
It was just another day in the motherfuckin' hood
Clutchin' on his pistol, wish you motherfuckin' would
Stuffin' three grams in this motherfuckin' wood
Out here in the trenches, pushin' motherfuckin' drugs

[Verse 2]
Really, in the field, we get the [?]
All I ever wanted was some mase, am I jealous
[?] fuckin' mouth, thinkin' she makin' me jealous
She the type to fuck the whole hood if you let her
Niggas sneak dissin', I don't ever respond
You only want attention bitch, I see what you want
I make her lick the pickle 'til the semen is gone
Then make take the Uber, I ain't takin' you home

[Chorus]
It was just another day in the motherfuckin' hood
Clutchin' on his pistol, wish you motherfuckin' would
Stuffin' three grams in this motherfuckin' wood
Out here in the trenches, pushin' motherfuckin' drugs
It was just another day in the motherfuckin' hood
Clutchin' on his pistol, wish you motherfuckin' would
Stuffin' three grams in this motherfuckin' wood
Out here in the trenches, pushin' motherfuckin' drugs