BabyTron - Sunday School Lyrics

[Intro](Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)Yeah, I heard you got the sauce, but it ain't marinated (You ain't got no ingredients, for real, you do not season)(Damn, JakeSand)You will never touch a Presi', you like Sarah Palin[Verse]Knew this shit would come, I was working, just preparing, waiting (Working)Sick he broke down in interrogationSick he told 'em everything and wrote it downHit a buck plus in that Slingshot, I'm just strolling 'roundHe used to be a bitch, heard he tote it nowI don't really give a fuck, I see him, I'ma blow him downLike (Phew)ARP with silencer, I pull up, shoot it, it's like (Phew)Tried to wake up еarly, snoozed 'til noon and got it off by twoYou ask, do I stop? Do the clock?Feel like Loc Dog, should I do thе chop? Do the Glock?You'll do the Tris, I prefer to do the Wock'Had a hundred shots and you missed, you a botCorn, I did it for the cultureFuck around and pop him through his Goose and leave him for the vulturesHe only missing 'til they find his bodyAll it took for bro to drop him was a pint of WockyCuddy feel like Dale Earnhardt how he drive the MonteStick, check, ice, check, skatin' 'round just like it's hockeySlides fire, cuz could probably hit the lot and slide a MasiOut in Cali', shit, they love me like I'm MozzyV12, I might hit lightspeed like Han Solo (Flying by)Like, shit, I'm tryna dodge po-poDSM, we deeper than a fuck, I'm probably not doloIt's 2022, this LeVon, I don't rock PoloWhite Cartiers up on my face, but my bitch in DiorTeam on my back, told gang that I need 'em to scoreThree-five of Tiramisu taste like I'm eatin' a s'moreIf I got a double cup around, probably drinkin' a fourPay the toll, tour another stateThank God, through the bullshit, I seen another dayBig twelve ounce, but I'm blowed, I need another steak (Shit)And I'm with bro, I need another plateRidin' where it's not safe150 through the light like it's a cop chaseSkillet on the burner, hit him, flip him like a hot cakeCome on, man, it's year three in that fit, take it off, for God's sakeKick it with the clerk, then scam himI'm so motherfucking high, it's hard to turn the PhantomThink you looking cool in the club? Just gettin' turnt with randoms (You lame as fuck)Ain't even throw no money, boy, you so lameBlowin' on some— this some propane.223 shave his head, he need RogaineVVs, VVs, it's a froze chainIf you see me with habibi, we ain't down for no gamesBlew 5K, that's some chump changeHeard you ridin' '03, you need to upgradeYou gon' fuck around and draw a foul, Mister Pump FakeBig ninety-five hundred, where the fuck the runway?Micro mini, oh, yeah, this that one Drac'Twelve hundred dollar hoodie, oh, yeah, this that one BapeIf he get up out of line, put him in that one place (Up there)They gon' pray for him on SundayStarted at the bottom like I'm Drake, now it's the up wayIt wasn't easy, the rough way, the tough wayBeen on Gelato, how the fuck that Runtz taste?I don't stop, bitch, I grind from Monday to Monday, for real though