Sunny Day

[Intro: Maroc]
Yeah, Country (Baow- baow)
Yo, no, I ain't comin' to the club, man
You know what I gotta do, bro
What do you mean what I gotta do?
(Carlos got that heat)

[Chorus: Maroc]
You know I gotta hit the strip with intentions to money make
It still snows on a sunny day
Nike Tech, Rolex on a bummy day
We got smoke, can't stop for jakes
Hit the strip with intentions to money make
It still snows on a sunny day
Nike Tech, Rolex on a bummy day
We got smoke, can't stop for jakes

[Verse 1: Rokky]
Pree the ambient lights when it's midnight
Late night drive, I'm telling home girl "Sit tight"
From young, I always knew that I would shine
Good guy turned bad when around hood guys
Pree the ice on my wrist, ice on my neck
Day-Date, Jacob & Co's and Patek's
I'm so real, if I diе I'll probably resurrect
Somewhеre in the countryside, nowhere near Bethlehem
Feds just caught Zino, it's a wrap
Thirty-six Z's and they got sweets with that strap
If I'm being so honest, I dunno when he's back
But I got him always, till the day that he lands
Dropped twenty in Dubai, that was light change
Jumped out the Lambo, straight to the white Range
Half a mill in jewels, soon be on Ice Age
Way too lit for these girls to play mind games

[Chorus: Maroc]
Hit the strip with intentions to money make
It still snows on a sunny day
Nike Tech, Rolex on a bummy day
We got smoke, can't stop for jakes

[Verse 2: Blaze]
I don't Crip walk, I still throw my C's up
Tell my young boy "Fuck the beef, go get your P's up"
Banging for a block, what's the point, there's no street love
I need that stupid kinda money like I'm Steve Jobs
And all my people on the same thing, we chase guap
I was hella hot and still trapping out the same spot
Money have to make, my whole team grind nonstop
And when you come up from the bottom, hard to reach the top
Bruddas wanna bitch, that's the energy I don't need
My akhis in the trap made a killing off these dope fiends
And for my space, catch a flight, phone on DND
I'm in the trap, banging Booter Bee or TMP

[Verse 3: Booter Bee]
I'll slap the gauge and turn the strip into a sunny day
I can catch a case and take a one-way holiday
Flying on the M-way, we don't deal dead flake
I give work out and get the money back in ten days
They could never fuck with my street cred
I'm the only Booter, all them others are BTEC
He was never with the gang, he's a reject
Jailhouse, I would swing my nank before I hold any G-checks
2023, what, everybody's bad now?
Let me say it louder for them clowns in the background
This is F block, we're squeezing at everything
He had a little name till he got shot, now he's irrelevant

[Verse 4]
She call me sexy and she ask why I don't show my face
Just pulled on a pagan in a dinger, now I'm changing plates
I love the hate, I keep on grinding nigga, fuck the breaks
Used to have no money in my pockets, now the times have changed
Lost it then I made it back, Call of Duty double tap
Cutting trees, lumberjack, important like a quarterback
Trap life, get P's running through these dope fiends
Talking like they're trappy but they never seen a whole key
Diamonds round my neck, I spent sixty in Patek
If she giving me that stress, I'll drop her off and link her friend
Link gyal, good vibes, youngers running dope lines
Peng ting up on FaceTime while I'm breaking down a quick nine

[Chorus: Maroc]
Hit the strip with intentions to money make
It still snows on a sunny day
Nike Tech, Rolex on a bummy day
We got smoke, can't stop for jakes