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Pooh Shiesty

Monday To Sunday

 

Monday To Sunday


[Intro:]
(Pablo, you crazy for this one, haha)
(Damn, you went Beats Mode on this one)

[Pooh Shiesty:]
I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday
Clientele steady pumping, Draco shells, that's what we dumping (Brrt)
I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come running (Yo)
Two Instagram hoes from Compton (Uh), 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 nothing (Nope)
Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred

[Lil Baby:]
Pay my tithes at church from hustling, even the pastor know we thugging (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 going for nothing (Nothin')
He tried to do what I do and I do what I do, he really my baby boy (Oh yeah)
Kel Tec 223 with a hundred round drum, that's probably my favorite gun
Everybody know how it go and seen bro on bro, on God, we ain't shooting no ones
Baby got mills, I come through, foreign
Sell these bands if it ain't no touring
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 chefs, gotta feed my son
Soon as my feet hear the screech, I run
Burn through weed every week, buy tons
Nigga, I'ma speak, ain't biting 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 nothing

[Pooh Shiesty:]
I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday
Clientele steady pumping, Draco shells, that's what we dumping (Brrt)
I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come running (Yo)
Two Instagram hoes from Compton (Uh), 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 nothing (Nope)
Got twenty shots left up in the K (Brrt), thought I shot the whole hundred

[Big 30:]
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 this whole party cloudy
Rocked his ass to sleep, we slimed him out after we took him in
He was clubbing with the other side, we had to cook his ass
We just shook they block in the FX 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 lil' old lady, but Granny keep calling me
Any chopper hits, 'bout eighty ten shot for who following me
In these streets, it's eat or get ate, ain't no niggas swallowing me, brr

[Pooh Shiesty:]
I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday
Clientele steady pumping, Draco shells, that's what we dumping (Brrt)
I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come running (Yo)
Two Instagram hoes from Compton (Uh), 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 nothing (Nope)
Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred (Brrt)

See something, I got to have it, tuck your chain before I grab it (Ayy, tuck your chain, brrt)
Spin this block in the Caddy, these F&N's black and plastic (Brrt)
Miss Gladys raised a savage (Savage), they said I shoot like my daddy (My daddy)
Spent thirty-eight racks to fix my smile and wouldn't [?] [3 19:] Kardashian
Ate thirty-eight racks to fix my grill, fifteen-eighty a tooth (Bling)
Bitch talking 'bout us settling down, but I'm fucking her crew (She know it)
375, 4 Pockets Full, choppers and residue (Brrt)
We certified like the truth, bitch, it's 30, Baby and Pooh (Brrt)

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