Sunday

Yeah
Feel me
Paper outta business or no business (let the band play)
It's like Tue- I don't know what the fuck day is
But look, I'ma tell you about this Sunday though, feel me
This shit like everyday to me, you feel
But this one Sunday it was like

It started Sunday morning, I woke up with a fit (mad as hell)
Grandma gone to church, and my papa gone fishing (they cool)
I wash my face, brush my teeth and I rolled up a spliff
My whore so BO, call my phone, all in this shit (damn)
So I hung up in her face, grabbed my strap, walked out the door (I'm gone)
IPhone currently ringing, man I got too many hoes
I went and checked the mail and then went back and locked the door (locked it)
Grey hopped out the Uber like, "Let's pull up on the low"

Jump up in that van, signs down the e-way, goin' 150
I'm with Glizzy, smoking Backwoods
Hoping the folks don't come and get me
That lil' boy she smoke the Vic, we thought we headed to East Memphis (East)
Kaiser Casa he just left the gun, still bought a brand new .50
He got bags, Santa Claus, big old racks, no tennis balls
Hit my flip phone, be in the car, we at the store on many hauls

No Circle K, but we straight, dropped my 10k out to play
Tell my why I just took it back so that's a twenty on half a day
Pull round the corner in the trap and go see D Lo
All hustle, no luck and free Trillstar, man that's my 'migo (Trillstar)
Lil' fool turn me up, brought out the straps, he come like G.I. Joe
Leo, that's my twin, play with it cool, on the set he blow

Next stop is the North, where the opps at
They say don't make no stops at, fuck 'em
Pound 'pon it, bitch I'm good in every project
Wack out my lil' nigga, melter have my dog
Forever screaming, "Free trap", bitch we dust that hoe

Just hit midnight, so I'm headed to my neighborhood
Count up 30k and that's today, man I'm feeling good (money)
Ay, 'cause these three hoes on the way (three hoes)
These "E" pills got me rolling plus I just had a great day

Woke up late, but I'm feeling great, late night 30k, on a Sunday
Grandma she at church, it's me and Crape
I'm from Memphis, this just how we living
Where we show no pity, niggas killing, I saw my niggas dealing
Welcome to my city, paper route business



Credits
Writer(s): Louis Abbott, Sarah Hayes, Kevin Brolly, Philip Hague, Joseph Rattray
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