(Hook)
Monday
I might throw on da loubs
Mixed designers
Like a artist, I’m loose
She fcd me
Off a sip of da goose
Couldive did
The Canadian goose
But I did monclare
I got the juice
If I pull it out
It gotta be used
That’s why I won’t even
Show
My homies my tool
I like to rap but I am not rap dude
(Verse 1)
It’s no cap in my rap, don’t be fooled
You either with us or nigga u food
He was plotting but I still played it cool
This kel tec ah force me to be cruel
Dissing da bros
You ain’t learn da rules
When this tec bus
It’ll take you to school
Diamonds wet
Make thеse lil hos drool
Me & Jo
Make thеm lil hos choose
Told Ron stay low key
__
That’s why we locked in
That back door only open
__
When you exit
This street sh!t so relishing
Uh
Street gave issues, I settled it
Uhh
She wanna argue, it’s irrelevant
Uh
Won't cuff a whore, I’m not settling
Uh
Keep on drippn-drippn-drippn dripp-nnn
Like a foset
Can’t keep these lil freaky bs
Up off me
My bh know that ima doggy
Now she want a bag
That shit got costing
Trapping state to state
Get - n exhausting
Chicken stay on me
I don’t like flossing
It - cost - to - be - a - boss
She fcd another nigga
Then called me a dawg
Her friend hopped on my dk
Like a frog
These bs love me
Cause I do not fraud
She fcd another nigga
_
Say he made her feel good
I fcd on her cousin
_
Cus it made me feel better
I gave her da look than she got wetter
Chain to icey, I changed up the weather
Put my balls in her box like Mayweather
Took her on a trip now she think we was together
Trapped in Versace’s
Da grey patent leather
We won’t struggle
As long as we got each other
The love I got for da bros
U can’t measure
You ain’t really stepping, steps sound like feathers
(Hook)
Monday I might throw on da loubs
Mixed designers like a artist, I’m loose
She fcd me off a sip of da goose
Couldive did the Canadian goose
But I did monclare
I got the juice
If I pull it out it gotta be used
I won’t even show my homies my tool
I like to rap but I am not rap dude
(Verse 2)
Snap in da booth Quick
Call Quan
_
He get ruthless
Sneak diss me
_
That’s foolish
Say you love me
_
But you moodish
My ex’s love me
_
I’m da coolest
Fk any bitch
_
I’m da smoothest
Fcd all night
_
Now she juiceless
Berks Street
_
We a movement
Monday
I might throw on da loubs
Mixed designers
Like a artist, I’m loose
She fcd me
Off a sip of da goose
Couldive did
The Canadian goose
But I did monclare
I got the juice
If I pull it out
It gotta be used
That’s why I won’t even
Show
My homies my tool
I like to rap but I am not rap dude
(Verse 1)
It’s no cap in my rap, don’t be fooled
You either with us or nigga u food
He was plotting but I still played it cool
This kel tec ah force me to be cruel
Dissing da bros
You ain’t learn da rules
When this tec bus
It’ll take you to school
Diamonds wet
Make thеse lil hos drool
Me & Jo
Make thеm lil hos choose
Told Ron stay low key
__
That’s why we locked in
That back door only open
__
When you exit
This street sh!t so relishing
Uh
Street gave issues, I settled it
Uhh
She wanna argue, it’s irrelevant
Uh
Won't cuff a whore, I’m not settling
Uh
Keep on drippn-drippn-drippn dripp-nnn
Like a foset
Can’t keep these lil freaky bs
Up off me
My bh know that ima doggy
Now she want a bag
That shit got costing
Trapping state to state
Get - n exhausting
Chicken stay on me
I don’t like flossing
It - cost - to - be - a - boss
She fcd another nigga
Then called me a dawg
Her friend hopped on my dk
Like a frog
These bs love me
Cause I do not fraud
She fcd another nigga
_
Say he made her feel good
I fcd on her cousin
_
Cus it made me feel better
I gave her da look than she got wetter
Chain to icey, I changed up the weather
Put my balls in her box like Mayweather
Took her on a trip now she think we was together
Trapped in Versace’s
Da grey patent leather
We won’t struggle
As long as we got each other
The love I got for da bros
U can’t measure
You ain’t really stepping, steps sound like feathers
(Hook)
Monday I might throw on da loubs
Mixed designers like a artist, I’m loose
She fcd me off a sip of da goose
Couldive did the Canadian goose
But I did monclare
I got the juice
If I pull it out it gotta be used
I won’t even show my homies my tool
I like to rap but I am not rap dude
(Verse 2)
Snap in da booth Quick
Call Quan
_
He get ruthless
Sneak diss me
_
That’s foolish
Say you love me
_
But you moodish
My ex’s love me
_
I’m da coolest
Fk any bitch
_
I’m da smoothest
Fcd all night
_
Now she juiceless
Berks Street
_
We a movement
( Qua Trues )
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