JD On The Track Feat. Calboy - These Days

Lyrics

(JD On Tha Track)

And you know that I stay ten toes (Ten toes)
Pull up on your block, but we won't shoot that window (That window)
Roll exotics, smell like opp packs when the wind blow (The wind blow)
When the wind blow (When the wind blow)
I call my shooter, get that job done, he say, "Ten-four" (Ten-four)
You know that I didn't fold
All these police askin' questions, bitch, I didn't fold (Didn't fold)
Put a four-cup on my pain and bitch, I sip slow (Sip slow)
I swear my shorty gon' pop out dangerous, nigga, get low (Get low)
And all these niggas know what I'm bangin', I stay ten toes

Niggas know I been out wildin'
Problems result to violence
I trapped a thousand hours
Sometimes I feel like Percocеt, 'cause I'm so body-body
I swear that I found my purpose
You fuck that bitch on purposе
We'll pull up in a Devil, I swerve it
I check, on auto-pilot
I come straight the that dirty
In the trap, we servin'
Won't fuck that bitch, she worthless
I heard she got some mileage
These days, I'm so anti-social, bitch, I feel like Roddy
These days, I've been stabbed so much that I can't trust nobody
These days, think about my past, and I might end up silent
But we paid, I just told my brother, "Look at all this money"
We made, I might fuck that bitch, I bought that perky, then I relayed

And you know that I stay ten toes (Ten toes)
Pull up on your block, but we won't shoot that window (That window)
Roll exotics, smell like opp packs when the wind blow (The wind blow)
When the wind blow (When the wind blow)
I call my shooter, get that job done, he say, "Ten-four" (Ten-four)
You know that I didn't fold
All these police askin' questions, bitch, I didn't fold (Didn't fold)
Put a four-cup on my pain and bitch, I sip slow (Sip slow)
I swear my shorty gon' pop out dangerous, nigga, get low (Get low)
And all these niggas know what I'm bangin', I stay ten toes