Correction Lyrics Monday to Sunday by Pooh Shiesty

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(Pablo, you crazy for this one, haha)
(Damn, you went Beats Mode on this one)

I turn Sonic for money, in the trap Monday to Sunday
Clientele steady pumpin', Draco shells, that's what we dumpin' (Brrt)
I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come runnin' (Yo)
Two Instagram hoes from Compton (Uh), I snatched 'em up out my comments (Let's go)
Them regular clips ain't enough (Nope), if you tote a Glock, put a drum in it (Brrt)
Tryna catch up to me? There's gon' be a whole lotta runnin' (Runnin')
Eyes in my rearview mirror, I'm on point, won't go for nothin' (Nope)
Got twenty shots left up in the K, thought I shot the whole hundred

Pay my tithes at church from hustlin', even the pastor know we thuggin' (Amen)
My lil' cousin shot my brother, my brother got back, don't f**k with my cousin
We got Glocks from seventeen, shoot .33, we ain't goin' for nothin' (Nothin')
He tried to do what I do and I do what I do, he really my baby boy (Oh yeah)
Kel Tec 223 with a hundred round drum, that's probably my favorite gun
Everybody know how it go and seen bro on bro, on God, we ain't shootin' no ones
Baby got mills, I come through, foreign
Sell these bands if it ain't no tourin'
Fresh white tee and some Off-White Jordans
Trackhawk too loud, it don't need no horn
Keep my weed, I need my drugs
Got two chefs, gotta feed my son
Soon as my feet hear the screech, I run
Burn through weed every week, buy tons
n***a, I'ma speak, ain't bitin' my tongue
Only one that's havin' that sh*t where I'm from
Been runnin' sh*t ever since I was young
f**k all my teachers, said I wouldn't be nothin'

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