Sunday Service Lyrics

I told my dawg dont pop no percs no more that shit kinda make me nervous

He switched to syrup

Got so much drank come and get you a sip like sunday service

In the trenches serving

Fein just gave me a diamond ring ina trap i think we getting married

Baby cuz pop out from behind the scenes step back he shooting just like he curry

On the bricks all night with the fire in my jeans you get too close and then I burn you

On my way to the spot seen jump out team they get too close and then im swerving

Feds trying indict for some shit they aint seen thats why big cuz back in a hurry

How you just switch sides on your own home team you a grown ass man your kids embarrassed

Uh

Bipping plays

By the dozen

I aint playing

Unc a pay you

With anything

Like dave ruffin

How you on dates but aint got shit always make your bitch go pay for something

How you on stains but aint got no blick man i know your own gang be ashamed in public

If shit was a game like 2k10 them boys prolly be on the bench or something

If shit was a game you a pass them sticks you lost your life you played for nothing

Man the hood know my name i can show you a trick how to turn that eight ball to a onion

Gave a three five of the za to the bitch for the head you spent 3k and still ain't fuck her (woah woah)

Nigga listen

We are not the same

Im hanging out the window

Throwing 60s

And bleeding bout my gang

The odor from the kitchen

Its kinda fishy

Dont need a lot of bake

Cause boy this fish scale

Got a co bitch be fucking on my dawg so he can send mail

Run it up until the guys get bail

Remember bipping with the 38

And being the youngest nigga on the block to give hell

And I know you conversating with them niggas cause you coming back and telling all the details

I know these niggas sick of me yeah

Free my dawg cant wait till he here

I told my dawg dont pop no percs no more that shit kinda make me nervous

He switched to syrup

Got so much drank come and get you a sip like sunday service

In the trenches serving

Fein just gave me a diamond ring ina trap i think we getting married

Baby cuz pop out from behind the scenes step back he shooting just like he curry

On the bricks all night with the fire in my jeans you get too close and then I burn you

On my way to the spot seen jump out team they get too close and then im swerving

Feds trying indict for some shit they aint seen thats why big cuz back in a hurry

How you just switch sides on your own home team you a grown ass man your kids embarrassed