Friday to Sunday - Cadet, Shakka

Buss my gun Friday

R.I.P Sunday

Buss my gun Friday

R.I.P Sunday

Pour it up, Stir it up for the like

They don’t know about, know about road

But everyone’s like

Buss my gun Friday

R.I.P Sunday

Buss my gun Friday

R.I.P Sunday

Pour it up, Stir it up for the like

They don’t know about, know about road

But everyone’s like

Look see I understand.

Yeah man understand

They everybody wanna bang bang

And shout gang gang

With a couple man

Bruddas man they fake their life

Want the road but don’t want the can

Bruddas Bruddas Bruddas want my number

You can’t get it but your

Nah man get it get it I go, Beef to set it set it you go

Oh your a calm guy but then a mad man

Man I get it get it you hope, Me I’m a calm guy I’m whistling

I took your girl, Now you want beef

Telling me I should know better, But taking babies is haram beef

See I didn’t think we’d have shit in common

Bro we’ve actually got some

You listen to a little uzi, We’ve actually got one

So Scarface before you get em going, Road life you haven’t chosen

Getting gassed over empire, now your lighting with your cookie on

Buss my gun Friday

R.I.P Sunday

Buss my gun Friday

R.I.P Sunday

Pour it up, Stir it up for the like

They don’t know about, know about road

But everyone’s like

Buss my gun Friday

R.I.P Sunday

Buss my gun Friday

R.I.P Sunday

Pour it up, Stir it up for the like

They don’t know about, know about road

But everyone’s like

Captain spice on ice

I just wanna feel em ride

I ain’t the stuntin type

I just wanna beat em bright

Throw in the way some more

Show her what slow dances for

She wants the D from all the rap lords