Sunday Service

(Ayy, Zay, this shit too crazy)

Bitch, bitch, ****, ayy

I just wanna wake up, man

Ayy, ****

Word 'round, these **** wanna take me down

Blow for blow or pound for pound

These **** know I don't fuck around

Jdot Breezy, I'm the king, bitch, I got the throne now

If that shit ain't payin' me, then bullshit get thrown out

It's a war inside my town, these pussy **** think it's sweet

I like X, but I been geekin', poppin' Percs like all week

Pussy bitch done irked my nerves and now I'm mad and I can't sleep

You a façade and if I flash, you ain't gon' like the side of me

I'm on top, bitch, who I see? Ain't nobody up here but me

Contract killers I gotta flee, these **** know what's up with me

Five rooms inside my house, my whip paid off, ****, what you mean?

I'm livin' good, bitch, suck my dick

I don't give no fucks who rock with me

Ain't no callin' off the smoke, bitch

I'm gon' get 'em, I don't give a damn

Spread that murder 'cross the town, he in my way, then a **** blam

Scared bitch, you better not run, I know the real you, you a fan

Pussy **** wanna troll, troll 'bout how we hit your man

I might send my bitch some money, but it depend the mood I'm in

Make way, we push his brain out, them 62s goin' in

All these rookies poppin' out, we finna make they ass go in

We ain't got long, bitch, it's a timer 'fore we pop up and get it in

Ayy, **** gettin' smoked, I'll turn your ass to dope

Get a load, bitch, we go, won't hesitate, we want the smoke

All the killers in the ride, we slide down, let's get it on

Tryna use them cell towers, stupid bitch, I left my phone

Me and Leeke out that car, the Choppa Boyz, we send you home

Bitch had called me 'round her friends

Bitch, you know better hang up the phone

Straight up make a **** pay 'cause he had put me in a song

It ain't take that long, somebody passed away before you

Huh, pussy **** tryna tweet like we don't kill shit

I been poppin' X, I popped a Perc', now I can't feel shit

**** think he playin' with me, okay, I'ma make you feel this

Been a problem, bitch, I'm the one you gotta deal with

Rock Kappa who? Bitch, this life, boy, I live this

Just like some bubblegum, hop out and spray and let the steel sit

Boy, your mans a goof, he got up close and he still missed

But if I had that chance, I swear to God I would've killed shit

Hit your bitch before I pipe her

Down South bitch like ridin' strikers

Ain't no cuffin', I one-night her, borin' bitches, I don't like 'em

**** mention Get Back, put your right hand on the Bible

You been gettin' bailed, then ask lil'

****, stop trollin', bitch, you a liar

He put that shit on his bro, I bet his dead ass that I'm fire

Spot an opp and step on shit like I'm at home and seein' spiders

Stuffin' four opps in the blunt

Can't lie, that shit had got me higher

Hop out, let the Draco sing like Sunday service with a choir