Lyrics Sunday Drive - LE$

Sunday Drive

Yeah, bitch
(Girl, I don’t wanna be wit you)
Yeah, uh
(Verse)
O.k., head turned up, I’m leaning up on the classical
Got leather, light up the sweet, take a pullet, she pass it
You know the smelly aroma, but, shit, we looking like paper
Take a look in they eyes, I swear they lookin' like haters
Had dreams of being Tony, but I neva wanna die
Write the (???) in my name, hunt that blimp in the sky
Neva lost in a high, matter fact, I’m quite focused
Lookin' at the com drive, I check the specs on a Lotus
I don’t really call it dreaming, I just call it plannin'
Cause where I said I’d be is exactly where I’m standin'
You respectz what we demanding, cause that hustle ain’t no joke
Couple planes, couple boats, take a (???), I can’t
foc'
Exotic bitch up in my beamer, look like Cassey with ass
120 miles per hour when I look at the dash
She ain’t trip it, no, I got it, daddy, keep it in control
On the race out for them pessos, my position is the Pope
Who niggas play the cut, only busters need attention
All those bitches in my DM’s be the ones you niggas mention
You see the way we livin', she ain’t rockin' wit you lames
They seein' how we ballin', but ain’t playn in no games
I be wit yo chick, that flick on the X-Box
Couple of hours, and I letta make the bed rock
(Hook)
(Girl, I don’t wanna be wit you)
(Verse)
Huh, this that Sunday afternoon shit
Smoking wit the sun in the sky
Drive slow, hit the spot on the ride,
Been (???) through the city just to see what I could see
Takin' in the energy and then I put that shit on beats
See me on the streets, I’m observin', gotta watch my every step
Crazy what these niggas do fo' respect, they at their neck (?)
If you lookin' like you got it, betta have yourself protection
They ain’t askin' if it’s real when you flexin'
I’m caught up in this life but I ain’t tryna get out, huh
Straight out to the top, I think I found us a route, huh
I need a lil' gas, but it looks like I could make it
Hey, look, we almost there and I can tell the niggas hatin'
It’s God’s favorite, and I knew it everytime that I advance
That’s why I always left it in his hands
Smoking, neva stressin', then I fall back in the place
I know the niggas bitta, I can see it in they face
Push it to the limit, know I like the speed
Only half the percentage of what I’m 'bout to be
Laughing at all those bitches that eva doubted me
Nigga, I only fuck wit sayn they proud of me
Shit is crazy, but that’s how the game go
Slow it down and change flows,
They can try it, but it ain’t the same, no