Monday to Sunday (feat. Lil Baby & BIG30)

(Pablo, you crazy for this one)

(You went Beats Mode on this one)

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 h*es 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

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 f**k 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

Draco too loud, it don't need no horn

Keep my weed, I need my d**gs

Got two shells, gotta feed my sons

Streets I run

Run through weed every week, buy tonnes

N**ga, I'ma speak, ain't bite my tongue

I'm the one that's having that sh*t where I'm from

Been round shit ever since I was young

F**k 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, they're what we dumpin' (Brrt)

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

Two Instagram h*es 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

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 Snapper

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 a*s to sleep, we slimed him out after we took him in

He was clubbin' with the other side, we had to cook his a*s

We just shook they block in but we had Texas tag

Dropped his a*s then hit his n**ga 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

Any skreets, ain't no n**gas me (Brr)

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 h*es 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

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 cadd y, 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)

B**ch talking 'bout us settling down but I'm f**kin' her crew (She know it)

3754, pockets full, choppers and residue (Brrt)

We certified like the truth, b**ch, it's 30, Baby and Pooh (Brrt)