Monday to Sunday (feat. Lil Baby & BIG30) - Pooh Shiesty

Monday to Sunday (feat. Lil Baby & BIG30)

Pooh Shiesty

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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 20 shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred

Pay my tithes 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 17

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 20 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 but we had Texas tags

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 20 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 38 racks to fix my smile

And won a Kardashian

Ay, 38 racks to fix my grill, 15-80 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)

- It's already the end -