Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Week, artist - Lil Berete.
Date of issue: 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 |