Sunday Service lyrics

[Intro: Yungeen Ace]
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, ooh, that jit don dada right there, walking like a zombie over there, b*tch
Like, that n*gga just— Like, that n*gga just be slinging iron, he just be putting a n*gga on it, he don't give a f*ck

[Chorus: Spinabenz]
Dead man walking
Oh, what's that sh*t you said? You just a dead man talking
All these n*ggas super tough until a madman spark 'em
My lil' hundred round drum, I like to blast that often (Grah, skrrt)
Mad coffins, now the preacher mad talking
Tell 'em we gon' make 'em rich long as these bodies keep popping
Shoot him in his f*cking head, they say the n*gga died hollering
We might be on CNN if all these n*ggas keep dropping
We ain't stopping 'til we got like nine bodies

[Verse 1: Spinabenz]
First time I shot a n*gga up close, I had a long night
That lil' n*gga thought 'bout playing with Spina, he take his own life
7.62 through his door, I hold the chrome tight
Shot him in his di*k, make him think of taking his own life
I just take my clips until they flip, I'm gon' be alright
Clutching blickers, sitting outside his sh*t, we've been here all night
I done spent six hundred on my Glock, that's why I won't fight
Said she want six hundred for the drop, I said, "That's alright"
Call the preacher, tell him, "Get a sermon, make it nice for 'em"
Send a bag through a CashApp, that's murder on a iPhone
Speaking what he seen, well, we gone shoot him in his mouth for it
He won't come outside, so we gon' run off in his house for it
[Chorus: Spinabenz]
Dead man walking
Oh, what's that sh*t you said? You just a dead man talking
All these n*ggas super tough until a madman spark 'em
My lil' hundred round drum, I like to blast that often (Grah, skrrt)
Mad coffins, now the preacher mad talking
Tell 'em we gon' make 'em rich long as these bodies keep popping
Shoot him in his f*cking head, they say the n*gga died hollering
We might be on CNN if all these n*ggas keep dropping
We ain't stopping 'til we got like nine bodies

[Verse 2: Yungeen Ace]
Let me tell you how this sh*t happened, hollow tip knocked his sh*t back
Late night creeping through his bushes, I'm trying to see how I'm finna make this happen
See, earlier that day, he was on that 'net 'bout talking all that gangster sh*t
Trying to catch him with his mama and tie him up, I'm on some dangerous sh*t (Skrrt)
I ain't never ran from them n*ggas, I got multiple bodies
Acting like he shot me, boy, you a b*tch you ain't never killed nobody
I caught his dawg at a party, I hopped out with a Glock
I had him crawling on his knees, he praying for me to stop
Ghost gun 5.56, ain't got no stock on it
You ain't finna play me like no b*tch, I'll put your block on it
Disrespectful n*gga, I clear the room when I get retarded
How the f*ck you finna play with don dada when, b*tch, I go the hardest?
I leave 'em zombie walking
[Chorus: Spinabenz]
Dead man walking
Oh, what's that sh*t you said? You just a dead man talking
All these n*ggas super tough until a madman spark 'em
My lil' hundred round drum, I like to blast that often (Grah, skrrt)
Mad coffins, now the preacher mad talking
Tell 'em we gon' make 'em rich long as these bodies keep popping
Shoot him in his f*cking head, they say the n*gga died hollering
We might be on CNN if all these n*ggas keep dropping
We ain't stopping 'til we got like nine bodies

[Outro: Yungeen Ace]
Hollow tip knocked his sh*t back
Ha-ha-ha