Tuesday & Thursday - Marlo, Ryan Adams

Tuesday to Thursday, watchin' out for the hit

So many up the road, some young jits

Hood nigga, hide him in a convict

Pay two hundred for a young bitch

First stolen car, it’s stick shift

Me and Lil Duke ain’t call no Lyft

Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here

It’s money on his head, he gon' tag that first

First third, watchin' out for the checks

I’m still at nigga’s neck with a big TEC

Wonder where the bricks at

Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked

He don’t play no games, nigga get back

And I’m strapped right now in the kick back

Blowin' big gas, nigga where the zips at

And I’m keepin' smoke, nigga you get that

It’s pay one, hey one, share no teardrop, young nigga get 'em ink

Ready that ho from home gon' pull up, suck a nigga dick for some pink

Lil bald head bitch, all she wanna do is eat, might Tink that bitch to sleep

All the young niggas in the hood wanna shoot somethin' just like Pistol Pete

Project baby shootin' shit like the Navy

Swear everything, we hit the pawn shop, start a gun shop

Fuck school, we was scorin' the P block

Now that my parents want dress out

Remember them feds had it flat like Best Buy

Past them scroll like left eye

If we ever had smoke, can’t high five

Dice game Bill got killed tryna snake eye

And we done made out some in the drive by, nigga try to turn to a homicide

Smoke came through with the cape, told mama I’m still thinkin' outside

Tuesday to Thursday, watchin' out for the hit

So many up the road, some young jits

Hood nigga, hide him in a convict

Pay two hundred for a young bitch

First stolen car, it’s stick shift

Me and Lil Duke ain’t call no Lyft

Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here

It’s money on his head, he gon' tag that first

First third, watchin' out for the checks

I’m still at nigga’s neck with a big TEC

Wonder where the bricks at

Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked

He don’t play no games, nigga get back

And I’m strapped right now in the kick back

Blowin' big gas, nigga where the zips at

And I’m keepin' smoke, nigga you get that

Nigga done got me started

Cold heart nigga, I’m heartless

And a nigga say he want them problems, grabbin' the carbon

Had Tweety put an eight on the carbon, nigga wanna bargain

And when problems get hot we solve 'em

And the kids said them my revolver, lil one there heartless

And that beast shit, nigga we eat it, mission completed

And we don’t worry 'bout bodies, we beat 'em

A grim reaper with a heater, I been still kickin' that ether for them people

And I let them J’s scrape the extras off that beaker

Bad bitch in love with me but no I don’t need her

Don’t wanna feed her

Tuesday to Thursday, watchin' out for the hit

So many up the road, some young jits

Hood nigga, hide him in a convict

Pay two hundred for a young bitch

First stolen car, it’s stick shift

Me and Lil Duke ain’t call no Lyft

Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here

It’s money on his head, he gon' tag that first

First third, watchin' out for the checks

I’m still at nigga’s neck with a big TEC

Wonder where the bricks at

Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked

He don’t play no games, nigga get back

And I’m strapped right now in the kick back

Blowin' big gas, nigga where the zips at

And I’m keepin' smoke, nigga you get that, yeah