Sunday Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It started Sunday morning, I woke up with a fitt (Mad as hell)
Grandma gone to church, and my papa gon fish (They cool)
I wash my face, brush my teeth and I rolled up a split

[?] call my Bm awging and shit
So I hung up in her face, Grabbed my strap walked out the door (i'm gone)
iPhone come in ringing, man I got too many hoes
I went and checked the mail and then went back and locked the door (Locked it)
Grey hopped out the Uber like “Let's pull up on the low”
Chopper [?]
Smoking Backwoods, hoping the folks don't come and get me

[?]
Smoke the vic with [?] we headed to east Memphis (East)
[?] he just left the gun [?]
He got bad Santa Claus, big old rack, no tennis balls
Hit my flip phone, “Be in the car”
We at the store on many hauls
No Circle K, but we straight
Dropped like 10k out to play
Tell [?] just took it back so that's a 20 on half a day
Put round the corner in the trap and go see Dilo All hustle no luck and free Trillstar man that's my migo (Trill Star)
Lil fool turn me up, brought out the straps he come like G. I Joe
Leo that's my twin, play with it cool on the set he blow
Next stop is the north, where the opps at
They say don't make no stops at, f*ck em!
Pound [?] bitch i'm good in every project
Wack out my lil nigga, let 'em have my dog
Forever screaming free Trap
Bitch we Dustown Hall
Just hit midnight, so i'm headed to my neighborhood

[?] and that's today
Man i'm feeling good (Money)
Aye cuz these three hoes on the way (Three hoes)
These ed pills got me rolling plus I just had a great day
Woke up late, but I'm feeling great
Last Night 30k, on a sunday
Grandma she at church it's me and crape
I'm from Memphis, this just how we living
Where we show no pity
Niggas killing, my niggas dealing
Welcome to my city
Paper route business

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