[Intro]
And I only rap on Sundays
[Verse]
You ain't gotta ask you know my switchy clicked on Rolling Thunder
Where I'm from it's onnat car, so why he rollin' under
Niggas 30 plus keep trying call my folks you got my number
Beggin' ass nigga look like you want hold sumn
Lost three burners at the eid but that was old buttons
Before I run my mouth bout shit, you know I'm jail cellin
I ain't hear shit or see shit, I'm Helen Keller
I can never swap this glick cause it's a best seller
I see dead niggas in this weed, you know it's several of em
Bet this red button, hold em down he think the devil on em
My lil cous nem got two for one, a double double on em
I hеard you was gon' die for em, put that metal on him
10 milli, gavе him half a head, and a metal arm
Every time that nigga try go live, I say Megatron
We can get it poppin' anywhere, like this shit kettle corn
They don't wanna see me in my mode, cause this my second form
Cybertruck, them shooters jump out of a metal car
I'ma show you how I do this shit for real, I set the bar
I can drive but I rather play the back like Rosa Parks
When we pack shit, they don't wanna get back, they fold they arms
Shift, that's my twin, say he goin' then I'm goin
Nigga you just reppin' on who oh ok now it's on
We jumped out on three cause I don't think they ready for
In my war, we took many men, but I want many more
Nigga I don't play ball with this 23, I'm stringy boy
With a turkey on the back, hit everything, no aiming boy
Sosa taught me that man free my boy, and free my baby boy
Free the painter boy, free the painter boy
You can catch a nigga while he run, that's if you timing right
Shit we bombin' on they whole block like Boston Marathon
DT's know that's me and how my dreads swing on camera
That wasn't me, my dreads ain't in my face, I got my hair done
[Outro]
And I only rap on Sundays
And I only rap on Sundays
[Verse]
You ain't gotta ask you know my switchy clicked on Rolling Thunder
Where I'm from it's onnat car, so why he rollin' under
Niggas 30 plus keep trying call my folks you got my number
Beggin' ass nigga look like you want hold sumn
Lost three burners at the eid but that was old buttons
Before I run my mouth bout shit, you know I'm jail cellin
I ain't hear shit or see shit, I'm Helen Keller
I can never swap this glick cause it's a best seller
I see dead niggas in this weed, you know it's several of em
Bet this red button, hold em down he think the devil on em
My lil cous nem got two for one, a double double on em
I hеard you was gon' die for em, put that metal on him
10 milli, gavе him half a head, and a metal arm
Every time that nigga try go live, I say Megatron
We can get it poppin' anywhere, like this shit kettle corn
They don't wanna see me in my mode, cause this my second form
Cybertruck, them shooters jump out of a metal car
I'ma show you how I do this shit for real, I set the bar
I can drive but I rather play the back like Rosa Parks
When we pack shit, they don't wanna get back, they fold they arms
Shift, that's my twin, say he goin' then I'm goin
Nigga you just reppin' on who oh ok now it's on
We jumped out on three cause I don't think they ready for
In my war, we took many men, but I want many more
Nigga I don't play ball with this 23, I'm stringy boy
With a turkey on the back, hit everything, no aiming boy
Sosa taught me that man free my boy, and free my baby boy
Free the painter boy, free the painter boy
You can catch a nigga while he run, that's if you timing right
Shit we bombin' on they whole block like Boston Marathon
DT's know that's me and how my dreads swing on camera
That wasn't me, my dreads ain't in my face, I got my hair done
[Outro]
And I only rap on Sundays
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