Sunday Lyrics

Wake up roll up

And I pray to the lord

Hate gone get you sent straight to the morge

Been the plug since they severed the cord

Born with hustle mine better then yours

Wake up roll up

And I pray to the lord

Hate gone get you sent straight to the morge

Been the plug since they severed the cord

Born with hustle mine better then yours

Www never in store

Spit the words that God

Never record

Yes I want a phantom

All hands in quija with it

Gotta get on board

Rocking shit that I could never afford

A-1 white been through a lot I endured

A-1 white

I'm forever adored

Great white

Fire breathing dragon

Ain't attached to nothing but the money I hoard stack it up until it burst out the doors

Stack it up until it fuck up the floors

30 sticking like katana a sword

Put in work and

Make my life the awards were you headed

Shit

Most likely to Forbes

Big diamonds this shit look like a orb

Kill the beat I'm tryna spot me a corpse

Wake up roll up

And pray to the lord

Hate gone get you sent straight to the morge

Been the plug since they severed the cord

Born with hustle mine better then yours

Wake up roll up

And I pray to the lord

Hate gone get you sent straight to the morge

Been the plug since they severed the cord

Born with hustle mine better then yours

Arizona

Talking rocky of course

Drop the body left it right on the porch

Stand up in it get the tires to scorch

Athletic

Looking wired for sports

Ar stay clocked in

But ain't tryna work

It's getting fired Or course God made me

But forgot the remorse

Ain't silver spoon so I ride with the fork

From the mitten I'm the face of the north

Bag from

The stoop like it can from the stroke

Strain after strain like I major in Hort

Make a stain with the chain drip flame with tha force underground king so I came with the torch 44bulldog

Let it

Bang on the 4th

Fuck a middle man everythang from the source hands on Ferrari like the reins on a horse

Wake up roll up

And pray to the lord

Hate gone get you sent straight to the morge

Been the plug since they severed the cord

Born with hustle mine better then yours

Wake up roll up

And I pray to the lord

Hate gone get you sent straight to the morge

Been the plug since they severed the cord

Born with hustle mine better then yours

And I pray to the lord

Wake up roll up

And I pray to the lord

Hate gone get you sent straight to the morge