Sunday

Sun is beaming on my black and white Vans We call them cans Couple dogs came over looking for drugs Come get your mans Pencil and pen in my hands, my penmanship is outstanding Tryna buy up a gram and get me some diamonds dancing Vanishing at the sight of 12 Might as well Pass it The bag came back empty I told y'all to make it last Look, the sun went down, it gave us rain Never entertain bitches that f*ck with you a couple days That's the shit I hate Making plates before we grab the cake Never pull up late, behind on rent Looking to push cocaine So I could rap like Freddie Gibbs I'd probably stay the same Just with a clip in my back pocket protecting my name They making movies like a block away Stop and shot who talk today Flew out a couple A-pluses, that's cap Really, we muscle the pack Finna be lugging it back You gotta be tougher than that Shit, you gotta be tougher than that Wait until we on the map Just threw off a couple racks Possibly running it back All of it coming in stacks Shawty be all on my line, we probably finna f*ck to that Cautiously coming with raps, probably coming for plaques Put y'all fucking money where your mouth is It's mouse in the house bitch We know you ain't about shit All black fit with the chrome make a outfit