Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Week , by - Lil Berete. Release date: 08.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
One Week |
| Every Monday you know we be 'bout that gun play |
| Every Tuesday slide up on the opps like doomsday |
| Every Wednesday I take the time to check my friends yeah |
| Every Thursday it’s a party like the weekends |
| Every Friday we fuck them bitches into Saturday |
| Every Sunday I send me shooter right to church |
| Have you ever smelt the dirt? |
| Pop out the corner put you on a shirt |
| Betta not leave your stick you know I’m wit da shits |
| Better not go and link your bitch you know that she my bitch |
| All these niggas play pretend you know I’m bout these M’s |
| If we run in to your ass we leave you in the trench |
| And I’m steady smoking gas she wondering what it is |
| She know I carry them digits, she wanna have my kids |
| Told her stop calling my phone in the kitchen baby |
| Flying birds like the drone while I’m whipping baby |
| I can’t never stay home I’m in the trenches baby |
| I can never show my mom what’s in these streets baby |
| Where I’m from we never wrong we get it poppin baby |
| There’s nobody I can trust but my glizzy baby |
| Every Monday you know we bout that gun play |
| Every Tuesday slide up on the opps like doomsday |
| Every Wednesday I take the time to check my friends yeah |
| Every Thursday it’s a party like the weekends |
| Every Friday we fuck them bitches into Saturday |
| Every Sunday I send me shooter right to church |
| Have you ever smelt the dirt? |
| Pop out the corner put you on a shirt |
| Glizzy automatic try to catch me boy I doubt it |
| Came in with no practice tryna practice on your body |
| First time I seen a body it fucked up my knowledge |
| I’m in these streets for real you get killed about it |
| I fucked up gave my youngin pills now he catchin bodies |
| I’m slimey you can get killed if your nose snotty |
| Please don’t worry about my business |
| We kick your door if it’s more than 6 figures |
| I had no home in the trap I was living in |
| Fuckin with my money put you past Mars |
| If my shooter he killer I’m a shooting star |
| A shooting star, a shooting star |
| Every Monday you know we bout that gun play |
| Every Tuesday slide up on the opps like doomsday |
| Every Wednesday I take the time to check my friends yeah |
| Every Thursday it’s a party like the weekends |
| Every Friday we fuck them bitches into Saturday |
| Every Sunday I send me shooter right to church |
| Have you ever smelt the dirt? |
| Pop out the corner put you on a shirt |