Tuesday Boy

[Intro]
This is hype, so you know

[Verse]
Rolling downtown makin' fed rounds
FBI tools, gonna call that drip or drown
Polar ice gum in my mouth, chewing that aloud
Fetti on fetti, Da$H making them hyper sounds, ay
First-class doesn’t feel so hollow
Sad or not, this the shit I’m on tomorrow
Then the myth goes that I’m fuckin on a model
But the right one comes through the motherfuckin’ sorrow, nigga
You all understand that she kept it cakin'
But you know I can’t let an ass phase me
We keep this shit racing, iceberg changes
Got the knowledge on me like my cousin Mason
Flying through life man, at them high speeds
Angel or not, man I feel the full breeze
Riding in a UFO, and T’s got the key
PQ’s tell mе to do the right deed, okay
343 luck cause I got triple 7’s
You alrеady know imma crank it to 11
Call Aiyana, cause I’m going wild
Part 1, called that shit Wednesdays Child
But I’m a Tuesday boy, I be moving like Troy
I be like the other nigga that got in the Royce
I be like the other nigga that doesn’t got a choice
I be like the other nigga that's filling the void, you see
Y’all don’t wanna play with me
Thought of that, you should go and check my pedigree
Back to the old ways, swearing and releasing
And one take too, moving like Stormzy