Monday to Sunday (feat. Lil Baby & BIG30)

(Pablo, you crazy for this one, haha) (Damn, you went Beats Mode on this one) I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday Clientele steady pumpin', Draco shells, that's what we dumpin' (Brrt) I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (Yo) Two Instagram hoes from Compton (Uh), 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 (Brrt) 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 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 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 Tec 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 Nigga, 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' (Brrt) I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (Yo) Two Instagram hoes from Compton (Uh), 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 (Brrt) 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 (Brrt), 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 whole party 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 [FX/ FN/ FA?] [2:16] 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 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 niggas swallowin' me, brr I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday Clientele steady pumpin', Draco shells, that's what we dumpin' (Brrt) I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (Yo) Two Instagram hoes from Compton (Uh), 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 (Brrt) 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 (Brrt) See something, I got to have it, tuck your chain before I grab it (Ayy, tuck your chain, brrt) Spin this block in the Caddy, these F&N's black and plastic (Brrt) Miss Gladys raised a savage (Savage), they said I shoot like my daddy (My daddy) Spent thirty-eight racks to fix my smile and wouldn't [?] [3:19] 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) 3754, pockets full, choppers and residue (Brrt) We certified like the truth, bitch, it's 30, Baby and Pooh (Brrt)