Sunday To Sunday Lyrics

Yea, you know how we comin in

SHY4L it's been SHY4L you knew that

Let that shit ride for a second

They gotta feel it gotta feel this

Yea Let a nigga take my place we still getting cake

Bitch we alright

Make sure the lil bro stay pray he beat his case

And we alright

Let me find out one of these niggas got something to say

And we all slide

S H Y got mob ties

Blood stains on my off white

Get in there

I ain't even read your text

Fuck that hoe I don't need your stress

We up now and we got P's on deck

Touchdown hold up let me beat my chest

Apply more pressure my words undress her I ain't even reach my level

I need them Ms her and her friend telling me chill bitch I cant settle

Yea I need your energy what the hell got into me

X Pills Drank spills in love wit yo sex still

Jigga sex she know that's rich nigga sex

Shootouts in broad day when I get home I just want this dick wet

Bitch I been a soldier

Fuck twelve I aint pullin over

Make a left then bend the corner

I pray god keep my head strong

Its niggas that want my head gone

I don't count them misses aint counting on bitches fuck that stress

Trap Sunday to Sunday im getting money I cant get no rest

Real bitch with a attitude

Come and let me brag on you

Got it by yourself thats why all the bitches mad at you

Its been too long these niggas cant match what you on

And im still by myself

Run it up aint need no help yea

Trap Sunday to Sunday, run it up we getting money

Cut some niggas off I don't know they was movin funny

They like why you in the field

I still got some niggas hungry

Pop another pill I was up Monday to Sunday

Yea Let a nigga take my place we still getting cake

Bitch we alright

Make sure the lil bro stay pray he beat his case

And we alright

Let me find out one of these niggas got something to say

And we all slide

S H Y got mob ties

Blood stains on my off white

Get in there

I aint even read your text

Fuck that hoe I don't need your stress

We up now and we got P's on deck

Touchdown hold up let me beat my chest

Apply more pressure my words undress her I aint even reach my level

I need them Ms her and her friend telling me chill bitch I cant settle

Trap Sunday to Sunday

Run it up we getting money

Cut some niggas off I don't know they was movin funny

They like why you in the field

I still got some niggas hungry

Pop another pill I was up Monday to Sunday