Luhh Dyl
Luhh Dyl
Luhh Dyl
Luhh Dyl
Luhh Dyl
Luhh Dyl
Luhh Dyl
Luhh Dyl
Luhh Dyl
Luhh Dyl
Luhh Dyl
Luhh Dyl & Lil Tony Official
Luhh Dyl
Luhh Dyl
Luhh Dyl & Babyfxce E & 1Up Tee
[Intro: Luhh Dyl]
Huh, ha
[Verse 1: Luhh Dyl]
I was gon' say slow down but I was speedin' shit up
She said slow down when I'm beatin' shit up
You can be anything, just can't be in with us
You can be anything, you just can't be me
.45 recline, get 'em blown out his seat
Freak bitch on me tryna blow through the jeans
It's me and 19, I don't need me a team
This bitch sandy brown but they thinkin' it's green
He double cupped up, got 'em thinkin' it's lean
But whole time, he sippin' on green water tea
Psh, better fuck 'fore I leave, I got places to be and I got people that's payin' to see me
I got niggas that's movin' they feet without payin' a fee
Pull up all black, you'd think it's Habibis
These 5.56s, not BBs
We be givin' out belt, all BB
Me and my brothers gon' ball, BBB
They think I'm crazy, just wait 'til they see three
Niggas ain't smokin' on 'za, that's some seaweed
Bro made a hundred off the 'bows, he only see weed
I need a hundred for shows by next week
Phone dry, need a hundred hoes by next week
Actin’ stingy with the pussy, then next please
She only good for head, shoulders and neck, knees
Big ass chain worth fifty, my neck lean
He kept his shit on for too long, his neck green
I put that shit on for too long, it's too easy
I can't lay there for nothin', lil' bro need me
I got somethin' make you lay down, no Peezy
Nigga, how you locked in with me and you don't know DeeDee?
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Yeah, huh
Nigga, how you locked in with me? You don't know Freddy
I know niggas that's rich with no chain and I know niggas pop shit with no pape'
And I know a nigga that's cryin' 'bout a bitch that I hit first date with no name
Huh, shot the club up but ain't nothin' happen, I guess I got no aim
Can't be around the fire like propane
She put it in her mouth like Colgate
I drove all fast shit, it's no brakes
Pockets on all fat shit, it's no shame
I cut it straight to a bitch, I got no game
Then put it on the guys like, "Here go, gang"
I walk a nigga down, got no range
Hit him with the .45, he got no face
Bitch, yeah, let him press up, they can guess who did it
All my niggas hit shots, Hoop City
Rick, Rick, Rick, Chrome socks, too shitty
Just popped ten, I'ma need two bitches
Nigga want smoke, fuck it, I'll hoop with you
Built like a stick but I still scoop bitches
Was finna buy a watch but I want a new kitchen
Tryna take somebody bitch Ruth's Chrissin'
Rob Dilli' when she try to catch me, I'm too shifty
Glock ain't now, I remember two Smitty's
Goin' rack from rack like a nigga do tennis
Met her for a lil', she don't know what to do with me
He don't make no money, niggas cool with it
That's how you niggas be gettin' backdoored
Treat niggas like brothers just got Cool Whipped
[Verse 3: 1Up Tee]
Huh, she thinkin' I cheat, so she cheated
I ain't even cheatin', she finished herself for no reason
He dappin' me up but I thought we was beefin'
I'm clappin' him up, get him shot like a needle
Tired of Amiri, I'm rockin Evisu
Don't think you fuckin' my ho 'cause I'm single
Rappin' done got me a bag like seafood
Still could teach you how to punch, I'm Shifu
Scam money, can't beat it like Jet2
Bitch, don't try to leave me, I'ma let you
Switch (Frrt), I match and I load it like S2
I'm from the D but the 'Raq got the best food
Think I'ma link and not fuck? We ain't that cool
Glizzy give a nigga wings like Red Bull
Gossip like bitches, your ass homosexual
Why this bitch think 'cause she pretty, she special?
Hmm, dawg, what? Can't cuff shit, bitches all sluts
Niggas ain't got no pape' but y'all tough
Bitch, I ain't want no chain, I bought buffs
Swingin' that ZPAP like a golf club
Aw, fuck, [Dolla?] hit the wrong one
Huh, my lil' pretty bitch love R&B, she don't ever listen to rap 'cause y'all suck
Huh, ride the SRT like a NASCAR racer
Dick suck every rapper, you a background dancer
If Killa ain't hit, I bet a smackdown happen
When it come to the hoes, I got maxed out badges
Your bitch ain't white but I crack her
Still keep a pole and I'm a positive rapper
Fat, fly nigga, hoes like these niggas like bikers
They stuck in the cycle, I passed 'em
Nite N Day was written by Luhh Dyl & Babyfxce E & 1Up Tee.
Luhh Dyl released Nite N Day on Wed Aug 27 2025.