(T99, Yo Luca, where you at?)
Ooh ooh
Every Sunday, we hit Chanel (yeah)
Yeah, they called me up and told me
They have nothing left to sell me
I’ve been off the X because already back
To the how it would feel (yeah)
I stay out the way 'cause nine of
Ten out of y'all would tell (Tell)
Me and one my brother's life at risk
I don’t know how to spell (Shh)
This lifestyle either a blessing or a curse
I really can’t tell (yeah)
You ignoring me 'fore I came up, yeah
But imagine if I was in jail
They love to ask for a lot
But they'd go ghost if I ask for help (Go)
Yeah, I can’t rely on nobody
I gotta go do that shit myself (Myself)
Flawless stones swimmin', mini Michael Phelps
(Water) i don't give a fuck bout nothing
Y’all review everything like it’s Yelp
(yeah) had to hit the gas and make a left
They was on my tail
She got expensive taste, shrimp and steak
And they cut the tail
Told 'em fuck a wave, you can set sail
You ain’t getting paid and I can tell (Broke)
Man you just a jake, you probably smell
(You probably stink)
I seen that broke ass motherfucker trying to
Say "Hi!"s Chrome Hearts pants cost $2450
(Lil' broke ass)
I ain’t going for none of that
Shit, you know where I stay
You gon’ have to kill me (Phew)
I pull up and beat her
Ass from the back, yeah, filthy
(yeah) she love drinking the nut
She said it’s her favorite meal (yeah)
Her first favorite meal is
Eating the real deal (Of course)
You don't even got it, trust me
I know when somebody real (yeah)
Been through a lot, I’ve seen a lot
I know the spiel (yeah)
This Undercover hoodie, it still
Match my Amiri's
They gray with a hint of teal
Double match the coupe
My daily vision was real (Swerve)
I done seen some riches before and
That shit is way too real (yeah)
This ecstasy told my heart to stop
I told it chill
They askin' why I ever won't quit
But I told 'em I wouldn’t be able to feel
I was tryna see what’s over that
Mountain, what's over that hill
It's gon' get me killed and it give me chills
You couldn't sign for real
Our label done fucked up for
Lettin' me out my deal
Every Sunday, we hit Chanel (yeah)
Yeah, they called me up and told me
They have nothing left to sell me
I’ve been off the X because already back
To the how it would feel (yeah)
I stay out the way 'cause nine of
Ten out of y'all would tell (Tell)
Me and one my brother's life at risk
I don’t know how to spell (Shh)
This lifestyle either a blessing or a curse
I really can’t tell (yeah)
You ignoring me 'fore I came up, yeah
But imagine if I was in jail
They love to ask for a lot
But they'd go ghost if I ask for help
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Every Sunday - Yeat
