Monday To Sunday - Clavish ft. Fredo

It's Disco, baby

R14

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Tell the judge, "Stop givin' out numbers to my niggas"

You'd commit the same crimes if you grew up how we were livin'

But I'd rather them birded off than graveyard visits

'Cause that's the main reason why I'm always in my feelings

Monday to Sunday we're doin' shit that we shouldn't

You just hate 'cause I'm doin' all the shit that you couldn't

And I'm still down to do all the shit that you wouldn't

The headrest in the Maybach, it feels like a cushion

One hundred, that's the number I'ma keep it with my homies

I sin, so Palm Angels, that's my way of keepin' it holy

I'm in this GLE drivin' like the fire, we open

Got a pink card, but I'm just used to drivin' it stolen

This ho, she keeps preein' my phone, she tryna get the code

But I don't even want all of that, she tryna get the throat

SAV playin' with shanks, rather get the pole

Shotguns for niggas with heart, you got to get up close

Days in them hostile bandos, they got me reminiscin'

You ain't got no guns, so how you tryna have an exhibition?

Got nominated for an award

The only that reason I'm goin' so my jail niggas

They can see me on the television

What I can do for you, you can't for me, how am I benefitin'?

I can never be broke, I'll buy both and get it missin'

Get it giddy, niggas do it for the girls that I say one word to

Now they're gettin' ready, gettin' pretty, Betty

Before I lose my breath, I'ma touch a milli'

When I see ****, I ain't beatin' him up

My nigga show me one thing at once, me in her gut

But I'm C-L-A, I only hit ninas and up

All these bitches wanna fuck me, I don't even need a nice pendant

If they want a verse, only time I want a life sentence

Bump into my opps, I'll leave my knife in their socket

I'm in the studio with F, he's got a .9 in his pocket

Tell the judge, "Stop givin' out numbers to my niggas"

You'd commit the same crimes if you grew up how we were livin'

But I'd rather them birded off than graveyard visits

'Cause that's the main reason why I'm always in my feelings

Monday to Sunday we're doin' shit that we shouldn't

You just hate 'cause I'm doin' all the shit that you couldn't

And I'm still down to do all the shit that you wouldn't

The headrest in the Maybach, it feels like a cushion

Twenty-eight for the whole ones, yeah, they feel like a bookin'

Before them bookings for shows, yeah, they were lookin' for snow

It's like all I see is hoes when I go look at your bros

But niggas know, when you see mine, you're lookin' at killers

You bought a chain before a gun, a car for her before your mum

Video time, my youngins in there with a gun before I come

It was pain before the fun, RIPs are more than one

Sellin' 'caine down in the rain to buy some trainers for my mum (Yo)

Now if mummy wants some trainers, she can hit the store

I don't hit chicks, but hit the road to make a little more

Probably get like fourteen just off my kitchen floor

Had my soldier posted on the corner like a Nisa store

So fuck rap 'cause my grind stays stable

No cap, got enough straps to do my nine times tables

They play my tracks in traps, and they sound it in the car

But Melo got more hits, they just ain't counted in the chart

Tell the judge, "Stop givin' out numbers to my niggas"

You'd commit the same crimes if you grew up how we were livin'

But I'd rather them birded off than graveyard visits

'Cause that's the main reason why I'm always in my feelings

Monday to Sunday we're doin' shit that we shouldn't

You just hate 'cause I'm doin' all the shit that you couldn't

And I'm still down to do all the shit that you wouldn't

The headrest in the Maybach, it feels like a cushion