CFA on Sunday lyrics

[Chorus]
Do you wanna drive the whip? I hit the gas, f*ck up the gear
Bro code, no, I can't let her get around, she can't get near
Lonzo, think I play for the Bulls the way I shoot the clip
I don't care 'bout where this ho go, know she gotta get up outta here
Set me up, oh no, I can't go, gon' shoot her off the rip
Let a n*gga say where I can't go, gon' post up by myself
Know we gon' come through that b*tch every day
You want me to trust you, then on a Sunday, bring me Chick-fil-A

[Verse]
Hold on, actin' like you pregnant when you ain't, that sh*t won't make me stay
Hold on, I just rollеd a grabba when I woke up, we call it wakе and bake
I might use his beat, but I won't never go back to Section 8
Them lil' boys ain't who you wanna be, so let me set you straight
n*gga must ain't heard of us, runnin' laps around the city
Last opp we caught, it was man down, he got hit up with glizzy
n*gga got caught with his pants down for trustin' all these b*tches
Q50 in sport, we come down your block and slide the Honda Civic
Ride with B-Solid, he gon' crank and sh*t, just give us five minutes
n*gga new sh*t ain't even better than my old sh*t, time tickin'
Rich ballers, I know a n*gga got more than thirty-five million
No b*tch problems, know I done cut off every ho that tried me
Say you gon' do what? If I don't kill you, what would I be?
Evil n*gga, I might kidnap your dog and feed him brownies, that's just a warning
ARP when I'm performin'
Ho don't slide, we might shoot up the funeral, don't care about you mournin'
I don't know what you used to, but over here, we do sh*t different, uh
n*gga tried to cross me out, I knew that you wasn't with it
Say what? She had tried to leave because my lifestyle too expensive
When you let DG get inside your head, that sh*t f*ck up your mental
[Chorus]
Do you wanna drive the whip? I hit the gas, f*ck up the gear
Bro code, no, I can't let her get around, she can't get near
Lonzo, think I play for the Bulls the way I shoot the clip
I don't care 'bout where this ho go, know she gotta get up outta here
Set me up, oh no, I can't go, gon' shoot her off the rip
Let a n*gga say where I can't go, gon' post up by myself
Know we gon' come through that b*tch every day
You want me to trust you, then on a Sunday, bring me Chick-fil-A (Hold on)