JD On The Track – “These Days” (ft. Calboy)

JD On The Track returns with Calboy-featured “These Days” track. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song self-produced by JD On The Track.

Jd On The Track These Days

After an incredible run in 2020, Calboy isn’t slowing down his hustle, at all. Most artists of his caliber keep their good material for their albums while building the anticipation. Calboy’s taken an alternative route, flooding the streets with music, most of which you can’t even find on streaming services. However, fans are always delighted to hear new music from the rapper.

This weekend, he quietly teamed up with JD On The Track for their brand new collaboration, “These Days.” Calboy’s sing-rap flow details pain while also reflecting on the number of wins he’s had in recent times.

JD On The Track – These Days (ft. Calboy) (prod. JD On Tha Track)

Lyrics

[Intro]
(JD On Tha Track)

[Chorus: Calboy]
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

[Verse: Calboy]
Niggas know I been out wildin’
Problems result to violence
I trapped a thousand hours
Sometimes I feel like Percocet, ’cause I’m so body-body
I swear that I found my purpose
You fuck that bitch on purpose
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

[Chorus: Calboy]
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