Drugs On Sunday Lyrics

Grape soda with the wok I call it purple piss

Bend that ass over bitch I'm tryna see that couchie split

Fuck the club up throw some ones and then we slide

Off so many drugs I'm living life so please don't kill my vibe

Bitch don't kill my vibe

Bitch don't kill my mode

Choppa gets to bussing, sweep them up yeah just like the floor

Racks inside my pocket, bank account I got plenty more

I'm all inside her throat real messy call her sloppy Joe

I got motion sickness, cause I'm riding on this beat

Link up one time buss her down we never speak

She thinks she's pushing p

Bae, I make that ego shrink

I'm fuckin her she fuckin back I think we both in sync

Yeah, I like my bitches red head with a pink pussy

I don't wanna be no killer yeah so please don't fuckin push me

Put them on think he's ready

Paint them red like spaghetti

want the wap, not the fetti

if he fat knock off his belly

(wooh, wooh, wooh)

Rappers in my hood think they hard bet I show them sum

Ni**a talkin tuff wrap them up like some chewing gum

Push start the whip bitch I never need my keys

I'm her favorite dread head so she dropping to her knees

We take drugs on Sunday still say sorry to Jesus

Lil shawty wanna fuck on me she freaky ooh she know she a demon

Yeah she roll her eyes back while she swallowing semen

If you suck it real good bae I love you and I mean it

Futuristic I should change my name to Pluto

My circle real tight no gaps between jus like a 2 doe

Bitch I'm leveled up

I'm D1 all you niggas Juco

Latina on my line and she call me Papichulo

(grrrdaaaa)

Them Latinas be fine no cap

Yah Fat Dreadz

On God