Letra de CFA on Sunday - Lil Dre6o

Do you wanna drive the whip? I hit the gas, fuck 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 nigga say where I can't go, gon' post up by myself

Know we gon' come through that bitch every day

You want me to trust you, then on a Sunday, bring me Chick-fil-A

Hold on, actin' like you pregnant when you ain't, that shit won't make me stay

Hold on, I just rolled a grabba when I woke up, we call it wake 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

Nigga 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

Nigga got caught with his pants down for trustin' all these bitches

Q50 in sport, we come down your block and slide the Honda Civic

Ride with B-Solid, he gon' crank and shit, just give us five minutes

Nigga new shit ain't even better than my old shit, time tickin'

Rich ballers, I know a nigga got more than thirty-five million

No bitch 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 nigga, 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 shit different, uh

Nigga 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 shit fuck up your mental

Do you wanna drive the whip? I hit the gas, fuck 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 nigga say where I can't go, gon' post up by myself

Know we gon' come through that bitch every day

You want me to trust you, then on a Sunday, bring me Chick-fil-A (Hold on)

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