Sunday

Get chips on a Sunday
Yeah I hope I don't miss when the guns spray
Yeah I hope they gon hear when the drums play
Imma jump in the race like a relay
Yeah I'm balllin I gotta stay fresh
Yeah they don't know how I flex and finesse
Yeah they don't know I'm above all the rest
Chips on a Sunday I'm obsessed

Yeah I need all of the money and power
I'm hot like the summer but she don't take showers
I gotta stay clean and I kill it for hours
I need all the OG not the sour
Yeah they gotta post me from the tower
They gotta engross me I devour
The beat they approach me and they scour
They off of that codeine and the powder
I get it I got it
I rescue the needy like Batman and Robin
They better withdraw for I make a deposit
Of bullets inside you the tool out my pocket
A shot to your brain and a shot to your socket
I never look back I ain't shaking in terror
Ain't making no faults ain't making no errors
I open the vault better call a repairer
I come with the blueprints they call me preparer
My nose getting stuffy I'm picking a boogie
I bake niggas quicker than chocolate chip cookies
This game for the pros, ain't no time for the rookies
They throwing a show, but they cannot book me
Yeah I let em know, I'm always finessing
Ain't fuck with no hoes, no mental undressing
Ain't stunting with clothes, I stunt with the lessons
It's right on the nose, but they always pressing

Get chips on a Sunday
Yeah I hope I don't miss when the guns spray
Yeah I hope they gon hear when the drums play
Imma jump in the race like a relay
Yeah I'm balllin I gotta stay fresh
Yeah they don't know how I flex and finesse
Yeah they don't know I'm above all the rest
Chips on a Sunday I'm obsessed

Yeah I get all the destruction
I'm bussing these Bullets they screaming and fussing
They say watch your language when screaming and cussing
I'm man of the hour they claim that I'm rushing
And yeah you can peep it but no you ain't touching
I got them embarrassed they hiding and blushing
I'm sick of the fighting I'm sick of the scuffing
They know I'm on stage got em pushing and shoving it's end of discussion
It's my time
Everyone knows that I'm killing repeatedly yeah
Rise and shine
They asking questions like what do they see in me yeah
Time to grind
They always doubted they never believe in me no
Tell no lies
Think they approaching but they never reaching me yo

Get chips on a Sunday
Yeah I hope I don't miss when the guns spray
Yeah I hope they gon hear when the drums play
Imma jump in the race like a relay
Yeah I'm balllin I gotta stay fresh
Yeah they don't know how I flex and finesse
Yeah they don't know I'm above all the rest
Chips on a Sunday I'm obsessed



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Writer(s): Malachi Wayne
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