Sundi Grass by Pablo M. Lyrics

It's a Sunday. We ain't got no school in the mornin'
I been up since eight. Wait, it's two in the mornin'
Only got five seats in my Oldsmobile
But we rollin' nine deep in my Oldsmobile
Lapped up, stacked up, most of us are jacked up
Sippin' cuatro crazy, Four Loko, but I'm not drunk
Drivin' round tryna cop some food so we can snack up
Hit the drive-thru at that McDonalds feelin' mad love
They lovin' it. Krewe, out rollin' in my cutlass
Sierra in the the backseat, massaging my back muscles
This nigga with a ponytail honkin' to make me hustle
But if he hits that shit a couple more times we might be tusslin'
Shit, you could get fuckedup up in this drive-thru;
Be we way too hot and spicy feelin' nice up in the drive-thru
Toasty ridin' shotgun, eyes low as a panda
Remember when I made that one track with The Sex Panda