Monday to Sunday (feat. Lil Baby & BIG30)

I turn Sonic for money, in the trap, Monday to Sunday

Clientele steady pumpin' Draco shells, that's what we dumpin'

I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin'

Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments (Let's go)

Them regular clips ain't enough (Nope) If you tote a Glock put a drum in it

Tryna catch up to me, there's gon' be a whole lotta runnin' (Runnin')

Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothin' (Nope)

Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred

Pay my tithes 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 Glocks from seventeen, shoot .33, we ain't goin' for nothin' (Nothin')

He tried to do what I do and I do what I do, he really my baby boy (Oh yeah)

Kel Tech 223 with a hundred round drum, that's probably my favorite gun

Everybody know how it go and 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 chefs, gotta feed my son

Soon as my feet hear the screech, I run

Burn through weed every week, buy tons

****, I'ma speak, ain't bitin' my tongue

Only one that's havin' that shit where I'm from

Been runnin' shit ever since I was young

Fuck all my teachers, said I wouldn't be nothin'

I turn Sonic for money, in the trap, Monday to Sunday

Clientele steady pumpin' Draco shells, that's what we dumpin'

I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin'

Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments (Let's go)

Them regular clips ain't enough (Nope) If you tote a Glock put a drum in it

Tryna catch up to me, there's gon' be a whole lotta runnin' (Runnin')

Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothin' (Nope)

Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred

Draco knocked a chunk up out his back like he workin' 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 this ho partly cloudy

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 the FA, but we had Texas tag

Dropped his ass then hit his **** up, so we burnt up the Jag

And my hood treat me like Baby, four packs of Fentanyl on me

Hate to serve your lil' old lady, but Granny keep callin' me

Any chopper hits, 'bout eighty ten shot for who followin' me

In these streets, it's eat or get ate, ain't no **** swallowin' me

I turn Sonic for money, in the trap, Monday to Sunday

Clientele steady pumpin' Draco shells, that's what we dumpin'

I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin'

Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments (Let's go)

Them regular clips ain't enough (Nope) If you tote a Glock put a drum in it

Tryna catch up to me, there's gon' be a whole lotta runnin' (Runnin')

Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothin' (Nope)

Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred

See something I got to have it, tuck your chain before I grab it (Tuck your chain)

Spin this block in the Caddy, these F&N's black and plastic

Miss Gladys raised a savage, they said I shoot like my daddy (My daddy)

Spent thirty-eight racks to fix my smile and went at a Kardashian

Ate thirty-eight racks to fix my grill, fifteen-eighty a tooth (Bling)

Bitch talkin' 'bout us settling down, but I'm fuckin' her crew (She know it)

375, 4 pockets full, choppers and residue

We certified like the truth, bitch, it's 30, Baby and Pooh