Tomorrow

[Intro: LoLife Blacc & Jay Fizzle]
Its Lo Life
Yeah (Fizzle)
Motherfucking Blacc
Whole lotta guns, whole lotta bowls
(Beware When Lil Mister Cookup)

[Pre-Chorus: Peewee Longway]
I met the plug today, I bet I rob his ass tomorrow
Sent a hunnid bags overnight them bitches come tomorrow
Gonna sell that pussy, Memphis put them bands on a car
I just met the plug today I bet I rob his ass tomorrow (hey hey hey)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Took a hunnid to my jeweler went and spent it on some water (whoa)
20 missed calls, bitch I call you back tomorrow (bitch)
I can't drive it if it don't come with a supercharger
Put 50 in the air, that bitch won't step out tomorrow (uh huh)

[Verse 1: Jay Fizzle & LoLife Blacc]
I can't serve the nigga watch I'll rob his ass tomorrow (fuck)
I can't fuck that bitch if she don't look like a model (nah)
15 from Toronto, I ain't talking Vince Carter (they gone)
The work came soft, watch I'll turn this shit harder
Gang gang with the kid, boot you up like a charger
I was raised if you fuck that bitch you better charge her
Got niggas kitchen Crip k c like the Dodgers
Watch out for them jag boys, they might come and rob you
Fizzle grape street, Lolifee a rollin 60 crippa
I bought my first brick, fucked it up, made the next one triple
The night, she gone suck the dick tomorrow you let her kiss you
I sent that box on Saturday, shit to March they gone get them

[Pre-Chorus: Peewee Longway]
I met the plug today, I bet I rob his ass tomorrow
Sent a hunnid bags overnight them bitches come tomorrow
Gonna sell that pussy, Memphis put them bands on a car
I just met the plug today I bet I rob his ass tomorrow (hey hey hey)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Took a hunnid to my jeweler went and spent it on some water (whoa)
20 missed calls, bitch I call you back tomorrow (bitch, its Lolife)
I can't drive it if it don't come with a supercharger
Put 50 in the air, that bitch won't step out tomorrow (motherfuckin Blacc)

[Verse 2: LoLife Blacc]
I sippin' out 16 zips, I sell yo ass 16 zips
If you want a load, then go hit the road, yo ass gotta take this trip
Fizzle grape street, a neighborhood Crip
Rollin 60s, 2 30 round clips
Summer, four 48 to a zip
If I fall in love, you gotta tip
White truck reach out for the package
Numbers solo, I sell out of that pandage
She gon Saturday, then Sunday
Feel like damn Lolife they were mad
They like Frank Lucas turnt out on magic
I keep servin my junkie he demanding
MPA, PRE, who the fuck want smoke, want static
Your auntie keep asking for credit
Said she'll pay me back tomorrow
The trap don't do credit or debit
So we don't do fronts or bowls
No wait on three day shipping
Overnight, so it will be there tomorrow (come get it)
Met a plug, took em all today
Sorry Lo couldn't wait until tomorrow (hah)

[Pre-Chorus: Peewee Longway]
I met the plug today, I bet I rob his ass tomorrow
Sent a hunnid bags overnight them bitches come tomorrow
Gonna sell that pussy, Memphis put them bands on a car
I just met the plug today I bet I rob his ass tomorrow (hey hey hey)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Took a hunnid to my jeweler went and spent it on some water (whoa)
20 missed calls, bitch I call you back tomorrow (bitch)
I can't drive it if it don't come with a supercharger
Put 50 in the air, that bitch won't step out tomorrow (uh huh)