� Pablo, you crazy for this one Man, beauty and beast mode on this one I turn sunny for money In the trap, Mondays and Sundays Clientele steady pumpin' Drake gon' share this what we dumpin' I'm familiar with junkies See my face and they come runnin' Two Instagram hoes from Compton I snatched them up out my car My red clip clips ain't enough Even told the Glock put a drum in it Tryna catch up to me There gon' be a whole lot of runnin' Eyes in my rearview mirror I'm on point, won't go for nothin' Got 20 shots left up in the gate Thought I shot the whole hunnid Paid my tithe to church I'm hushin', even the pastor know we back My lil' cousin shot my brother My brother got back on four, my cousin We got gloss from 17s to 33 We ain't goin' for nothin' Try to do what I do and I do what I do He really my baby boy Kill tape 2-2-3 with a 100-lb drum That's probably my favorite gun Everybody know how it go Team bro on bro on God We ain't sure no one Baby got meals, I come through farmin' Sell these bands, fit, ain't no turnin' Fresh white tee and some off-white joints Track all too loud, I don't need no one Keep my weed, I need my drugs Got two shelves, gotta feed my son Some of my feet hit streets, I run Run through weed every week, I turn Nigga, I'ma speak, I ain't bite my tongue I'm the one that's havin' that *** where I'm from Been runnin' *** ever since I was young *** all my teeth, said I wouldn't be none I turn sunny for money In the trap, Mondays and Sundays Climb till steady pumpin' Draco share that what we dumpin' I'm familiar with junkies See my face and they come runnin' Two Instagram hoes in Compton I snatched them up out my cummin' Them regular clips ain't enough Even told the guard put a drum in it Tryin' to catch up to me There gon' be a whole lot of runnin' Eyes in my rearview mirror I'm on point, won't go for nothin' Got 20 shots left up in the cage Thought I shot the whole thing Draco knocked a chunk up out his back Like he workin' for Apple Shy Jay pulled a six up in the Sprite I pulled eight in the snopper If I catch it, I'll bow by myself I'ma spray him without him Smoke back to back in the Audi We got this whole parlor clouded Rocked his ass to sleep We slammed him out after we took him in He was clubbin' with the hood That's how we had to cook his ass We just shook that block in the LFX But we had Texas tag Dropped his ass, then hit his nigga up So we burnt up the tag And my hood treat me like baby Four packs of fentanyl on me Hate to stir your lil' old lady But granted, keep callin' me In the chopper, it's about eight to ten Shot for who follow me In these streets, it's either get eight Ain't no niggas swallowin' me Brr, I turn Sonic for money In the trap, Mondays and Sundays Clientele steady pumpin' Draco share that who we thumpin' I'm familiar with junkies See my face and they come runnin' Two Instagram hoes from Compton I snatched them up out my cummin' Them regular clips ain't enough If you told a Glock put a drum in it Tryin' to catch up to me There gon' be a whole lot of runnin' Eyes in my rearview mirror I'm on pull, won't go for nothin' Got twenty shots left up in the K Thought I shot my whole hunnid' See somethin' I got to have it Took your chain before I grabbed it Spit this block in the Caddy These F&Ms black as plastic These Gladys Raiders savage That's it, I shoot like my daddy Spent thirty-eight racks to fix my smile And went down to Kardashian Spent thirty-eight racks to fix my groove Ten eighty or two Been talkin' bout us sellin' down But I'm fuckin' her crew We seven, five, four pockets Four chompers in residue We certified like the truth Bitch, it's thirty, baby, then pooch