Monday to Sunday - Pooh Shiesty, BIG30, Lil Baby

Eyes in my rearview mirror, I’m on point, won’t go for nothin'

Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred

Pay my ties at church from hustlin', even the pastor know we thuggin' (Amen)

My lil' cousin shot my brother, my brother got back, don’t fuck with my cousin

We got Glocks from seventeen, shoot .33, we ain’t goin' for nothin' (Nothin')

He tried do what I do and I do what I do, he really my baby boy

Kel Tec 223 with a hundred round drum, that’s probably my favorite gun

Everybody know how it go, seen bro on bro, on God, we ain’t shootin' no ones

Baby got mills, I come through, foreign

Sell these bands if it ain’t no tourin'

Fresh white tee and some Off White Jordans

Trackhawk too loud, it don’t need no horn

Keep my weed, I need my drugs

Got two shells, gotta feed my sons

Soon as my feet hear the screech I run

Run through weed every week, buy tons

Nigga, I’ma speak, ain’t bite my tongue

Only one that’s having that shit where I’m from

Been running shit ever since I was young

Fuck all my teachers, said I wouldn’t be nothin'

I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday

Clientele steady pumpin', Draco shells, they’re what we dumpin' (Brrt)

I’m familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (Yo)

Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments (Let's go)

Them regular clips ain’t enough (Nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it

(Brrt)

Tryna catch up to me?

There’s gon' be a whole lotta running (Runnin')

Eyes in my rearview mirror, I’m on point, won’t go for nothin'

Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred

Draco knocked a chunk up out his back like he working for Apple

Shie just poured a six up in the Sprite, I pour eight in the Snapple

If I catch this opp all by myself, I’ma spray him without 'em

Smoke back to back in the Audi, we got the whole party cloudin'

Rocked his ass to sleep, we slimed him out after we took him in

He was clubbin' with the other side, we had to cook his ass

We just shook they block in but we had Texas tag

Dropped his ass then hit his nigga up so we burnt up the Jag

And my hood treat me like Baby, four packs of Fentanyl on me

Hate to serve your little old lady but granny keep callin' me

Any chopper hit, 'bout eighty ten shot for who followin' me

And these skreets is eat or get ate, ain’t no niggas swallowin' me (Brr)

I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday

Clientele steady pumpin', Draco shells, they’re what we dumpin' (Brrt)

I’m familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (Yo)

Two Instagram hoes from Compton, I snatched 'em up out my comments (Let's go)

Them regular clips ain’t enough (Nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it

(Brrt)

Tryna catch up to me?

There’s gon' be a whole lotta running (Runnin')

Eyes in my rearview mirror, I’m on point, won’t go for nothin'

Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred

See something, I’ve got to have it, tuck your chain before I grab it

(Ayy, tuck your chain, brrt)

Spin the block in the caddy, these F&N's black and plastic (Brrt)

Ms Gladys raised a savage, they said I shoot like my daddy (My daddy)

Spent thirty-eight racks to fix my smile Kardashian

Ayy, thirty-eight racks to fix my grill, fifteen, eighty or two (Bling)

Bitch talking 'bout us settling down but I’m fuckin' her crew (She know it)

3754, pockets full, choppers and residue (Brrt)

We certified like the truth, bitch, it’s 30, Baby and Pooh (Brrt)