More songs by Key Glock
Description
Mixing Engineer: Ari Morris
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Logan Schmitz
Mastering Engineer: Mike Tucci
Lyricist: Markeyvius Cathey
Composer: Joel Banks
Composer: Taylor Banks
Producer: Bankroll Got It
Lyricist: Markeyvius Cathey
Composer: Joel Banks
Composer: Taylor Banks
Lyrics and translation
Original
Sunny.
Yesterday my life was filled with rain.
Now the dark days are done and the bright days are here.
My sunny one shines so sincere. Sunny one so true, I love you.
B-B-Bang.
Ayy, let's take these niggas to school. Ayy, Mr. Glock be the name.
Yeah, bitch, I make my own rules. Don't give a fuck 'bout no fame.
Ayy, you gon' win, you gon' lose. That's just a part of the game. I got a lot on my chest.
I got a lot on my plate. Money do not heal the pain. I'll swap my chain for his brain.
Can't ride my wave, you gon' sink. Lil' bro, he ready to blink. They know my face at the bank.
Pulled up in a V12 Tank. Bitch think I'm trickin', I ain't.
Been busy doublin' this cake. They named me after a gun. I shit on niggas for fun.
They said that I'm one of one. You had your chance, one and done. Knew not to fuck with the don.
Fuck nigga, look what you done. These niggas ain't did what I done.
These niggas ain't -did what I done.
-Now the dark days are done and the bright days are here. My sunny one shines so sincere.
Sunny one so true, I love you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. So high, my eyes red. But all I see is money.
Ugly ass watch cost me two hundred. Every time you look up, Glizock stuntin'.
I ain't kickin' shit with these niggas, I ain't punting. I ain't tryna hang, I ain't tryna be cool.
If a bitch spend the night, she gotta leave by noon.
Real neat freak, clean my dick in that room. Ayy, run the money up no stairs.
Can't hang with niggas that square. Yeah, I came in with niggas that stare.
I'm stuck in my ways, can't help myself. I'ma hustle hard 'til it ain't nothin' left.
I'ma hustle hard 'til it ain't nothin' left. I ran up some M's, had to catch my breath.
Got three hundred racks on my arms. I got these hoes in my palms. These niggas talkin' this and that,
I'm on they head like a bun. Bro keep a stick, that's his one.
It make a nigga disappear. In Glock we trust, only God I fear.
Bitch, we cut throats from ear to -ear.
-Now the dark days are done and the bright days are here. My sunny one shines so sincere.
Sunny one so true, I love you.
English translation
Sunny.
Yesterday my life was filled with rain.
Now the dark days are done and the bright days are here.
My sunny one shines so sincere. Sunny one so true, I love you.
B-B-Bang.
Ayy, let's take these niggas to school. Ayy, Mr. Glock be the name.
Yeah, bitch, I make my own rules. Don't give a fuck 'bout no fame.
Ayy, you gon' win, you gon' lose. That's just a part of the game. I got a lot on my chest.
I got a lot on my plate. Money do not heal the pain. I'll swap my chain for his brain.
Can't ride my wave, you gon' sink. Lil' bro, he ready to blink. They know my face at the bank.
Pulled up in a V12 Tank. Bitch think I'm trickin', I ain't.
Been busy doublin' this cake. They named me after a gun. I shit on niggas for fun.
They said that I'm one of one. You had your chance, one and done. Knew not to fuck with the don.
Fuck nigga, look what you done. These niggas ain't did what I done.
These niggas ain't -did what I done.
-Now the dark days are done and the bright days are here. My sunny one shines so sincere.
Sunny one so true, I love you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. So high, my eyes red. But all I see is money.
Ugly ass watch cost me two hundred. Every time you look up, Glizock stuntin'.
I ain't kickin' shit with these niggas, I ain't punting. I ain't tryna hang, I ain't tryna be cool.
If a bitch spend the night, she gotta leave by noon.
Real neat freak, clean my dick in that room. Ayy, run the money up no stairs.
Can't hang with niggas that square. Yeah, I came in with niggas that stare.
I'm stuck in my ways, can't help myself. I'ma hustle hard 'til it ain't nothin' left.
I'ma hustle hard 'til it ain't nothin' left. I ran up some M's, had to catch my breath.
Got three hundred racks on my arms. I got these hoes in my palms. These niggas talkin' this and that,
I'm on they head like a bun. Bro keep a stick, that's his one.
It make a nigga disappear. In Glock we trust, only God I fear.
Bitch, we cut throats from ear to -ear.
-Now the dark days are done and the bright days are here. My sunny one shines so sincere.
Sunny one so true, I love you.