Sunday Night G Perico

[Intro]
Well, that's real good to hear, Kit
420 p

[Verse 1]
Sunday night
Where your gold, Nigga? Where your ice?
Where your cars? Nigga, where yo bikes?
Suede bucket seats with the loud ass pipes
This a takeover, got the blick on my lap
The cars can't move because the streets too packed
Any nigga try, goin' to get his ass whacked
Leave his ass dead, face down on a map
L.A. niggas don't play that shit
Get out of line, we'll kill you quick
Shift kick my shit like skrt, hit the gas and the wheels go skrt
Sunday, fun day, flying down a one-way
One in thе head, and I'm ready for the gunplay
[?] in thе Aerocoup, and that bitch hot, tearing up tires on the block

[Hook x2]
Vettes, Beamers, trucks, and bikes, pulling all that shit out on a Sunday night
Chevies, Cutlass, and Regal steel, got the Glock on my lap niggas still getting killed

[Verse 2]
Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep?
Vroom vroom, race to the beach
Pull out some titties when you see me in traffic
Let me know it's real, let me know I'm crackin'
We burning up tires, like "fuck it, it's nothin'"
Treat a Benz like a bucket
Seen a cop grab my Glock and I tucked it
Had a Bel Air bottle, but I drunk it
Hit Crenshaw Boulevard, then hit Broadway
That's what I represent all day
Young [?] got a Benz truck, lookin' good
One of the flyest young niggas from the 'hood
Getting to the cash, if it ain't a V8 then that shit ain't fast
Welcome to the land, If it ain't V8 or better then that shit ain't fast