Sunday

It's a Sunday but they trapping like it's a Monday

My bitch dressed up in Gucci like she finna walk down the run way

She got dumb cake, bust it down like blue face song say

Smoking wedding cake, can't smoke yo shit I don't like the way it taste

My bitch she tripping she yelling she fussing she trying to tell ah nigga a lecture

I'm smoking that pressure I can't hear it, telling my little bitch she can't be serious

I can't be out here stressing over no bitch, my Nigga I'm out here I'm trying to be rich

I been doubling my bag like ah nigga been hitting licks

Too close to bagging it ah nigga can't quit!

I moved to the city had to break me a bitch