Sunday Mornin

[Intro] (Great John on the beat, by the way) [Chorus: Sleepy Hallow] Uh, I get so high I don't even know what she named Set you up for him, yeah, she like Odeya Mayne (Wow) She said, why I got a gun on my waist? Tomorrow it ain't promised, they might kill you today (Wow) Like bae let’s get some money, what's the breakdown? Just keep your ass up and put your face down She think I only love her from the waist down I think she fuckin' with me for the takeout (Takeout) This my shit, don't take it off Don't catch my drift, you won't make it far She never met a nigga who went this hard And I ain't meet a bitch like her so far [Verse 1: Jay Bezzy] Take her shopping, baby you can use my bank card Pretty as a bitch, I love her face card And that shit never decline and she in co-yard Taking trips around the world, she's sending postcards Yeah, baby take it off Give me a piece of that cake, baby break it off You know tomorrow ain't promised, what you waiting on? Yeah, baby tell me what you waiting on [Verse 2: Sleepy Hallow & Jay Beezy] Demons on my back, I'm trying to shake off Once I say I need some space, it’s time to take off And baby I don't rap, just like to make songs Thought you said you on your way, girl why you take long? Baby this is not a love song This a “pull up on me, you know I'm trying to fuck” song Baby, this is not a love song This a "pull up on me, you know I'm trying to fuck" song (Yeah, wow) [Chorus: Sleepy Hallow & Jay Beezy] Uh, I get so high I don't even know what she named Set you up for him, yeah, she like Odeya Mayne (Wow) She said, why I got a gun on my waist? Tomorrow it ain't promised, they might kill you today (Wow) Like bae let’s get some money, what's the breakdown? Just keep your ass up and put your face down She think I only love her from the waist down I think she fuckin' with me for the takeout (Takeout) (This my shit, don't take it off) (Don't catch my drift, you won't make it far) (She never met a nigga who went this hard) (And I ain't meet a bitch like her so far)