Sunday Morning (feat. Kurnik, Wentz, Miti & Slick Wile)

Sunday morning grab the bong
Yeah we waking, baking
In the kitchen
Little mama cooking up eggs and bacon
Good eats after a long night of fornicating
We went a couple rounds
So I know my girl aching
Hop in the Jeep
And you know I'm never braking
Going fast, so fast
The steering wheel starts shaking
Cops pulled me over
So I had to hide the tree
I know all my rights
So I'm not gonna speak
Driving high
So I'm not trying to tweak
He opens the door
And gets out of his seat
I see my chance so I leave him at the scene
Pig was pissed off chasing after me
I'm laughing out loud
Cruising through the streets
It's just Sunday morning man
Can't you let me be
It's just Sunday morning man
Can't you let me be
It's just Sunday morning man
Can't you let me be

I got big dreams
I got big dreams
Yeah
I got big dreams
Aye, Miti
I got big dreams
This is about to be hard as fuck

Smith and Weston
Take your top off
Rocking Louis V
No, this ain't no knockoff
York County boys
We gonna take it
Sunday morning
Whipping crispy bacon
Last night
Had your girls ass shaking
But we all squad up
Wentz and Fresco
Kurnik and Wile
Bout to flex a bands so
Watch out
We'll steal
Your mans ho
Now the sun is shining
Down on West Market
In that Lambo
Told the bitch to park it
It's God's day
Keep it high
We can spark it

Rolled up in bed
Then I rolled up out of bed
Waking up from last night
Man I'm feeling dead
Cause we hit the scene
Diamonds crystal clean
Ho's love when they dancing
Yeah they love to watch them gleam
We're popping all the bottles
We're staying with the model's
Living in the fast lane
Gas loud, full throttle
Riding in the foreign
Hear the engine roaring
My old life was boring
The haters are snoring

I got big dreams
I got big dreams
I got big dreams
I got big dreams
That shit was full send

I got a lot of things
On my fucking mind now
Every Sunday Morning
Watch the sun shine
Capri sun and I sip it
Till it squeeze
Tommy jeans like
What the fuck you know 'bout
Tryna spit the damn truth
I can't think aloud
Got somewhere to go
I got flashing crowds
Tommy on me
I said that
But you know that we run it
Look at me you know I'm shooting
And I've fucking done it
You a dumb bitch
From a dumb town
Slit my wrist like this
You got big frowns
Freckle face
What you doing in the big down
Ace of spades
What you doing face down
I got
And she fuck good
What she doing
Tummy tuck
And she in the woods
And I got that milf off
It should feel good
Yeah I got a fishing rod
And the real woods
Got a boat and it float on the water
Oh my god
You know I just went and fucked the daughter
Farmer
Scary
Ima get married
Look at me
Got the eggs
And ima get scary
Like a murdered
But you know we throw it back
'97 Cadillac
I don't even know if that car looks good

I got big dreams
I got big dreams
I got big dreams
I got big dreams