Super - Monday lyrics

[Verse 1] Look I be thanking God that it's Monday I'm f**ing with the squad on the One-Way If any n***a stop, then it's gun-play I'm talking homicide f** a gun case I'm f**ing with the plug like it's duct taped And slanging all this mud like a truck brake It's muthaf** the club, till we clutch cake Left the key beneath the rug, like the bus late Westside and I'm loco Instagram no photo I f** with the fam, no h*mo Just blew a script of Zans on that volvo Shipped a bag to my cholo Just threw a brick of bands in my polo Yep, my whip will dance on Po-Po Just threw a clip advance on that 4-Oh I think I'm bout to open up a lean house Pick a block and have some n***as air it clean out Just bought a chopper Set shop and knocked the screens out n***a called Habibi, what that Foe Promethezine bout [Hook: Seven the General] I be thanking God that it's Monday I'm right back on my job like it's Monday I'm f**ing up the clock like it's Monday I'm right back with the squad every Monday [Hook: 2 Lil David Ruffin] Thank God it's Monday [Verse 2] Monday in the kitchen Bunch of money on them dishes I be bu*terflying chickens Call it culinary whipping Jiggin in the trenches Bunch of soda, few prescriptions A lot of dope if you addicted Make the call and you can get it I'm f**ing with P's And I'm ducking police in a chevy caprice I'm all in the burbs With a pint of the syrup & a zip of the green I get of the work, like I pitched with McGurt Off McQuaid with them things They raiding? I'm skating, then back at the cabbage Just like a machine Bean talk Watch me make the fiends walk Across the Southfield, f** a deal Evergreen's Boss Look what the zine bought Catching everything tossed Monday after Monday I'm with Bundy, getting beans off [Hook: Seven the General] I be thanking God that it's Monday I'm right back on my job like it's Monday I'm f**ing up the clock like it's Monday I'm right back with the squad every Monday [Bridge: Lil David Ruffin] I get the bag on Sunday Prep that b**h for Monday I hope that I can quit one day Until then, can't take sh** from me I break it down cause it feels right Pony Down, What it Be Like I know nada but the street life I'll buss a head for my green guys [Verse 3] 9 to 5, 5 to 1, 1 to 9 on the grind f** a dime, I need a dub A double-up, another line Pou'd a 4, sold a blow Meet me at the "So & So" I only got a couple left My brother got a couple mo' f** it though, it's all I know Bussin, or we cutting dope Round the clock, around the block Trying to cop a 100 bows Rollin out the bungalows 12 mac's, I bundle blow Syringe sold separate Like the 2nd player game remote And I be thanking God for the weekdays And If I feel a drop, let the leak break You n***as hear the cops, I'm Philipe I throw the dope, but not the knot Cause I'm a cheapskate Pembroke and I'm pervin' Back and forth in that curtain Clutching that Mac, while off in that sack You fall for that trap You n***as get Murdered Burglar Bars, Bagging up and stuffing Jars I don't think that I'ma work tomorrow [Hook: Lil David Ruffin] Thank God it's Monday - Seven the General