Lyrics MONDAY THRU SUNDAY - AK Juice

Ay, control, sauce him up

Get me your body, then move to the knees
Ooh, she froze with the need
Ooh, she load up the D
Ooh, she, she fuck for a cheat
Walk on the beat, I ain't breakin' it
Swish as you're climbin', your dog, he gets into the V
Blick of the C, you get shot with the C
For the press on the head, like I'm makin' a B
Ooh, walk down, still

Everyone bleakin' for food, what you real?
Blues in my pocket, my braids in the grill
Feelin' hot, then it be with the heat on my heel
Eat with the diss, and I'm makin' a reel
Kill a bride in traffic, get shoot up the wheel
Every ho prayin', like I take the wheel
Got some cracks in my feet, how I'm steppin' for real?

Still, late, hit 'em
Monday through Sunday, I'm 'bout to go get 'em
Have a lot of hoes leave for Empire, ride with 'em
If she try that back door, then I'm gettin' her with 'em
Shorty a single, but got her a nigga
If she give me the addy, I'm payin' for dinner
Tossin' that phrase, and I'm addin' some liquor
While I fuck on the ho, I might fuck on a pistol

Nobody step well like me and my niggas
Left when I thought I might ride on the trigger
Bullets are flyin', shit sound like a whistle
I rip up for murder and DOA niggas
Schedule a mob, I'm a humble lil' nigga
I take all that weapon and sit down, ride with 'em
How do you feel now? You don't have a pistol
I feel like a bitch, let me go, I'm more snitchin'

Meds, Creed, fuck all that jive when I'm steppin' on feet
And I be sittin' on the passenger seat
I'm pushin' it wet, like a nigga would pee
And I'm so sure they gon' eat up the meat
You stay with the disses, I leave 'em deceased
Now I'm out top, make the status increase
Get fat, thought that nigga obese

Get battered, then move to the knees
Ooh, she pose with the knee
Ooh, she load up the T
Ooh, she fuck for a cheat, walk on the beat
I ain't breakin' the switches, you claimin' you're thuggin'
Get sent to the V, nigga the Z
Get shot with the sip of the press
And it hit like I'm makin' the beat

Ooh, walk down, still
Ain't goin' bleak, if I fuck with you real
Reach in my pocket, my prison increased
And how can it be, with the heat on my heels?
With the dissin', I'm makin' a reel
Kill a bride in traffic, and shoot up the wheel
Every ho prayin', like I take the wheel
But y'all suppressin' my feet, how I'm steppin' for real?

Still, late, hit 'em
Monday through Sunday, I'm 'boutta go get 'em
Have a lot of hoes leave for Empire, ride with 'em
If she try to back up, then I'm gettin' her with 'em
Shorty a single, but got her a nigga
She give me the addy, I'm payin' for dealin' 'em
Tossin' in friends, and I'm mad at some niggas
While I fuck on the hood, I might fuck on a pistol

Late, hit 'em
Monday through Sunday, I'm 'boutta go get 'em
Have a lot of hoes leave for Empire, ride with 'em
If she try to back up, then I'm gettin' her with 'em
Shorty a single, but got her a nigga
She give me the addy, I'm payin' for dealin' 'em
Tossin' in friends, and I'm mad at some niggas
While I fuck on the hood, I might fuck on a pistol