Sunday lyrics

[Intro]
(I really like to use cash)

[Chorus]
These n*ggas preaching like Sundays
No he not ready for gunplay
A milly, I get that sh*t one day
Trap go down like a Monday
I fell in love with the soda
That lil' boy he think he my soldier
Big body, yeah that's the Rover
b*tch body, yeah I control her
Not playin' games n*gga no controller
Thought it was yo' b*tch but I stole her
You tweak with the gang then we slump him over
Smokin' on Za pack, yeah that odor
I'm in Atlanta n*gga like a falcon
I'm in the middle boy like I'm Malcolm
I ran the bag up, yeah without him

[Verse]
Lookin' for money boy, yeah I'm scoutin'
Man I be high as f*ck likе a fountain
She not givin' top n*gga then I'm outta' herе
Thought you was squad, but you not
Play with the gang, it get hot
The .40 it bang, like a pot
We not the same
You is a lame
Already you switchin' your lane
[?] I got heat like a flame
He on the bench, he don't get in the game
He don't got money, not makin' no plays
Went to the trap, had to come to the A
You don't got straps, you don't come to the A
What's on my hip? Man I keep a lil' K
[Chorus]
These n*ggas preaching like Sundays
No he not ready for gunplay
A milly, I get that sh*t one day
Trap go down like a Monday
I fell in love with the soda
That lil' boy he think he my soldier
Big body, yeah that's the Rover
b*tch body, yeah I control her
Not playin' games n*gga no controller
Thought it was yo' b*tch but I stole her
You tweak with the gang then we slump him over
Smokin' on Za pack, yeah that odor
I'm in Atlanta n*gga like a falcon
I'm in the middle boy like I'm Malcolm
I ran the bag up, yeah without him