One Week - Lil Berete

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