Rollin Hard oN a sunday

Rollin hard on a Sunday

Rollin hard on a Sunday

Rollin hard

We in the city, getting switches on the runway

Bouncing down the ave like fuck it, we do it our way

Candy paint dripping, got these bitches looking one way

So clean, even God say, damn, that's a fun day

Croats, they gleaming red flags swinging on the side

If you riding with the seven-2, shut the fuck up and ride

Rollin hard on a Sunday

Hitting switches on the runway

Avenue lit

Man, we bracking till it's Monday

Done hitting off the hood, got the block real bright

Early morning, but the ave already bracking tonight

Switches hitting like punches in a heavyweight fight

Lolo dipping so smooth, it make the pavement fight

OGs nodding, kids cheering, neighbors talking the shit

But ain't nobody stopping me from swinging this whip

Gas tank full, blunt lit

Middle finger to a snitch

A Sunday drive feel holy when you crawled out the ditch

Speakers banging like a war zone, rattling the seats

Feeling free as motherfucking hell sliding down these streets

Chrome spokes turning slow like they proud of my feats

Every bounce on the switch feel like my heart repeats

Went from locked in a cell, praying days move faster

Now I'm riding like life never knew disaster

Homies yelling out the window, laughing hard with laughter

Sunday rolling down the ave like the boulevard pass

Rollin hard on a Sunday

Hitting switches on the runway

Bouncing down the ave like fuck it, we do it our way

Candy paint dripping, got these bitches looking one way

Whip so clean, even God say, damn, that's a fun day

Chrome stick gleaming, red flag swinging on the side

If you're riding with the seven-2, shut the fuck up and ride

Rolling hard on a Sunday

Hitting switches on the runway

Avenue lit

Man, we bracking till it's Monday

Pull up slow, front lift, crowd watching the glide

Hydraulics hitting hard like they ain't never been shied

Bitches pointing, homies smiling, I'm stuck in the side

Everybody know the look when contagious ride

Candy coat so wet, make the sun drip back

Got the ave smelling heavy from this premium pack

Bass hitting like revenge when you finally clap back

Whole whip talking loud like it's ready to smack

I'm in the vibe, Sunday peace with a gangster lean

But don't tell shit, motherfucker, we still keep it mean

I've seen blood on these blocks, I've watched homies turn green

So I cherish every cruise like it's part of the scene

Let the spokes shine bright when the wheels turn slow

Let the hood come alive in the Sunday glow

Ain't no bullshit today, ain't no ducking the foe

Just me, switches, and the breeze telling stories I know

When the frame hits the ground and the nose touch low

It's like therapy for the soul from the shit I let go

Rolling hard on a Sunday, hitting switches on the runway

Bouncing down the ave like fuck it, we do it our way

Candy paint dripping, got these bitches looking one way

Whip so clean, even guys say, damn, that's a fun day

Girls, they gleaming red flags swinging on the side

If you're riding with the seven, do shut the fuck up and ride

Rolling hard on a Sunday, hitting switches on the runway

Avenue lit, man, we bracking till it's Monday

Street signs fly by while I'm leaning all low

Hood watching every corner, see the legend unfold slow

I ain't rushing Sunday cruising is against the tempo

Let the switches speak the pain that I never let show

Lost homies in the dirt, some locked behind bars

But I'm out here hitting switches while they watch from the stars

Ride clean for the fallen, ride strong for the scars

Every bounce on the ave feel like talking to God

See the haters on the curb, try to mumble they threats

But they shut the fuck up quick when the seven too stiff

Ain't no captain in my story, bitch, my pain been wet

I really live the shit, they just talk on the net

Let the sun hit the chrome, let the red rag blow

Let the ave turn into church when the low, low go

This that Sunday resurrection from the hell I know

Rolling hard through the block like I'm still in the show

And when the day winds down and the last switch drops

I thank God for the ride cause the streets don't

Rolling hard on a Sunday, hitting switches on the runway

Bouncing down the ave like fuck it we do it our way

Candy paint dripping got these bitches looking one way

Whip so clean even guys say damn that's a fun day

Chrome stay gleaming, red flags swinging on the side

If you riding with the seven too, shut the fuck up and ride

Rolling hard on a Sunday, hitting switches on the runway

Avenue lit, man we bragging till it's Monday

Monday, Monday, Monday, Monday, Monday

Man we bragging till it's Monday

Monday, Monday, Monday, Monday, Monday

Man we bragging till it's Monday

Monday, Monday, Monday, Monday, Monday