Monday to Sunday (feat. Lil Baby & BIG30) (Explicit) - Pooh Shiesty/BIG30/Lil Baby

Lyrics by：Big30/Dominique Jones/Donovan Hardie/Lontrell Williams/Peter Jung

Pablo you crazy for this one haha

D**n you went Beats Mode on this one

Pooh Shiesty：

I turn Sonic for money in the trap Monday to Sunday

Clientele steady pumpin' Draco shells that's what we dumpin'

Brrt

I'm familiar with junkies see my face and they come runnin'

Yo

Two Instagram h*es 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 runnin'

Runnin'

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

Nope

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

Lil Baby：

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 f**k with my cousin

We got Glocks from seventeen shoot .33 we ain't goin' for nothin'

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 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 w**d I need my d**gs

Got two chefs gotta feed my son

Soon as my feet hear the screech I run

Burn through w**d every week buy tons

N***a I'ma speak ain't bitin' my tongue

Only one that's havin' that s**t where I'm from

Been runnin' s**t ever since I was young

F**k all my teachers said I wouldn't be nothin'

Pooh Shiesty：

I turn Sonic for money in the trap Monday to Sunday

Clientele steady pumpin' Draco shells that's what we dumpin'

Brrt

I'm familiar with junkies see my face and they come runnin'

Yo

Two Instagram h*es 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 runnin'

Runnin'

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

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 workin' 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 a*s to sleep we slimed him out after we took him in

He was clubbin' with the other side we had to cook his a*s

We just shook they block in but we had Texas tag

Dropped his a*s then hit his n***a 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 callin' me

Any chopper hits 'bout eighty ten shot for who followin' me

In these streets it's eat or get ate ain't no n***as swallowin' me brr

Pooh Shiesty：

I turn Sonic for money in the trap Monday to Sunday

Clientele steady pumpin' Draco shells that's what we dumpin'

Brrt

I'm familiar with junkies see my face and they come runnin'

Yo

Two Instagram h*es 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 runnin'

Runnin'

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

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 Kardashian

Ate thirty-eight racks to fix my grill fifteen-eighty a tooth

Bling

B***h talkin' 'bout us settling down but I'm f**kin' her crew

She know it

3754 pockets full choppers and residue

Brrt

We certified like the truth b***h it's 30 Baby and Pooh

Brrt