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Pooh Shiesty, BIG30, Lil Baby - Monday to Sunday

Исполнитель:Pooh Shiesty, BIG30, Lil Baby
Название:Monday to Sunday
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[Intro] (Pablo, you crazy for this one) ([?], you went Beats Mode on this one) [Chorus: Pooh Shiesty] I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday Clientele steady pumpin', Draco shells, they're what we dumpin' (Brrt) I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (Yo) Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments Them regular clips ain't enough (Nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it (Brrt) Tryna catch up to me? There's gon' be a whole lotta running (Runnin') Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothin' Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred [Verse 1: Lil Baby] Pay my ties at church from hustlin', even the pastor know we thuggin' (Amen) My lil' cousin shot my brother, my brother got back, don't fuck with my cousin We got Glock's from seventeen, .33, we ain't goin' for nothin' (Nothin') He tried do what I do and I do what I do, he really my baby boy Kel Tec 223 with a hundred round drum, that's probably my favorite gun Everybody know how it go, seen bro on bro, on God, we ain't shootin' no ones Baby got mills, I come through, foreign Sell these bands if it ain't no tourin' Fresh white tee and some Off White Jordans Trackhawk too loud, it don't need no horn Keep my weed, I need my drugs Got two shells, gotta feed my sons [?] streets I run Run through weed every week, buy tonnes Nigga, I'ma speak, ain't bite my tongue I'm the one that's having that shit where I'm from Been round shit ever since I was young Fuck all my teachers, said I wouldn't be nothin' [Chorus: Pooh Shiesty] I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday Clientele steady pumpin', Draco shells, they're what we dumpin' (Brrt) I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (Yo) Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments Them regular clips ain't enough (Nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it (Brrt) Tryna catch up to me? There's gon' be a whole lotta running (Runnin') Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothin' Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred [Verse 2: Big 30] Draco knocked a chunk up out his back like he working for Apple Shie just poured a six up in the Sprite, I pour eight in the Snapple If I catch this opp all by myself, I'ma spray him without 'em Smoke back to back in the Audi, we got the whole party cloudin' Rocked his ass to sleep, we slimed him out after we took him in He was clubbin' with the other side, we had to cook his ass We just shook they block in [?] but we had Texas tag Dropped his ass then hit his nigga up so we burnt up the Jag And my hood treat me like Baby, four packs of Fentanyl on me Hate to serve your little old lady but granny keep callin' me Any chopper hit, 'bout eighty ten shot for who followin' me And these skreets is eat or get ate, ain't no niggas swallowin' me (Brr) [Chorus: Pooh Shiesty] I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday Clientele steady pumpin', Draco shells, they're what we dumpin' (Brrt) I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (Yo) Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments Them regular clips ain't enough (Nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it (Brrt) Tryna catch up to me? There's gon' be a whole lotta running (Runnin') Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothin' Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred [Verse 3: Pooh Shiesty] See something, I've got to have it, tuck your chain before I grab it (Ayy, tuck your chain, brrt) Spin the block in the caddy, these F&N's black and plastic (Brrt) Ms Gladys raised a savage, they said I shoot like my daddy (My daddy) Spent thirty-eight racks to fix my smile [?] Kardashian Ayy, thirty-eight racks to fix my grill, fifteen, eighty or two (Bling) Bitch talking 'bout us settling down but I'm fuckin' her crew (She know it) 3754, pockets full, choppers and residue (Brrt) We certified like the truth, bitch, it's 30, Baby and Pooh (Brrt)

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