Sunday School

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

Yeah, I heard you got the sauce, but it ain't marinated

(You ain't got no ingredients, for real, you do not season)

(Damn, JakeSand)

You will never touch a Presi', you like Sarah Palin

Knew this shit would come, I was working, just preparing, waiting (working)

Sick, he broke down in interrogation

Sick, he told 'em everything and wrote it down

Hit a buck plus in that Slingshot, I'm just strolling 'round

He used to be a bitch, heard he tote it now

I don't really give a fuck, I see him, I'ma blow him down (brrt) like (phew)

ARP with silencer, I pull up, shoot it, it's like (phew)

Tried to wake up early, snoozed 'til noon and got it off by two

You ask, do I stop? Do the clock?

Feel like Loc Dog, should I do the chop? Do the Glock?

You'll do the Tris, I prefer to do the Wock' (haa)

Had a hundred shots, and you missed, you a bot

Corn, I did it for the culture

Fuck around and pop him through his Goose and leave him for the vultures

He only missing 'til they find his body

All it took for bro to drop him was a pint of Wocky

Cuddy feel like Dale Earnhardt how he drive the Monte

Stick, check, ice, check, skatin' 'round just like it's hockey

Slides fire, 'cause could probably hit the lot and slide a Masi

Out in Cali', shit, they love me like I'm Mozzy

V12, I might hit lightspeed like Han Solo (flying by)

Like, shit, I'm tryna dodge po-po

DSM, we deeper than a fuck, I'm probably not dolo

It's 2022, this LeVon, I don't rock Polo

White Cartiers up on my face, but my bitch in Dior

Team on my back, told gang that I need 'em to score

Three-five of Tiramisu taste like I'm eatin' a s'more

If I got a double cup around, probably drinkin' a four

Pay the toll, tour another state

Thank God, through the bullshit, I seen another day

Big 12 ounce, but I'm blowed, I need another steak (shit)

And I'm with bro, I need another plate

Ridin' where it's not safe

150 through the light like it's a cop chase

Skillet on the burner, hit him, flip him like a hot cake

Come on, man, it's year three in that fit, take it off, for God's sake

Kick it with the clerk, then scam him

I'm so motherfucking high, it's hard to turn the Phantom

Think you looking cool in the club? Just gettin' turnt with randoms (you lame as fuck)

Ain't even throw no money, boy, you so lame

Blowin' on some -, this some propane

.223 shave his head, he need Rogaine

VVs, VVs, it's a froze chain

If you see me with Habibi, we ain't down for no games

Blew $5K, that's some chump change

Heard you ridin' '03, you need to upgrade

You gon' fuck around and draw a foul, Mister Pump Fake

Big 95-hundred, where the fuck the runway?

Micro mini, oh, yeah, this that one Drac'

12-hundred dollar hoodie, oh, yeah, this that one Bape

If he get up out of line, put him in that one place (up there)

They gon' pray for him on Sunday

Started at the bottom like I'm Drake, now it's the up way

It wasn't easy, the rough way, the tough way

Been on Gelato, how the fuck that Runtz taste?

I don't stop, bitch, I grind from Monday to Monday, for real though