Sunday Service

[Intro: Yungeen Ace]
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, ooh, that jit don dada right there, walking like a zombie over there, bitch
Like, that nigga just— Like, that nigga just be slinging iron, he just be putting a nigga on it, he don't give a fuck

[Chorus: Spinabenz]
Dead man walking
Oh, what's that shit you said? You just a dead man talking
All these niggas super tough until a madman spark 'em
My lil' hundred round drum, I like to blast that often (Grah, skrrt)
Mad coffins, now the preacher mad talking
Tell 'em we gon' make 'em rich long as these bodies keep popping
Shoot him in his fucking head, they say the nigga died hollering
We might be on CNN if all these niggas keep dropping
We ain't stopping 'til we got like nine bodies

[Verse 1: Spinabenz]
First time I shot a nigga up close, I had a long night
That lil' nigga thought 'bout playing with Spina, he take his own life
7.62 through his door, I hold the chrome tight
Shot him in his dick, make him think of taking his own life
I just take my clips until they flip, I'm gon' be alright
Clutching blickers, sitting outside his shit, we've been here all night
I done spent six hundred on my Glock, that's why I won't fight
Said she want six hundred for the drop, I said, "That's alright"
Call the preacher, tell him, "Get a sermon, make it nice for 'em"
Send a bag through a CashApp, that's murder on a iPhone
Speaking what he seen, well, we gone shoot him in his mouth for it
He won't come outside, so we gon' run off in his house for it

[Chorus: Spinabenz]
Dead man walking
Oh, what's that shit you said? You just a dead man talking
All these niggas super tough until a madman spark 'em
My lil' hundred round drum, I like to blast that often (Grah, skrrt)
Mad coffins, now the preacher mad talking
Tell 'em we gon' make 'em rich long as these bodies keep popping
Shoot him in his fucking head, they say the nigga died hollering
We might be on CNN if all these niggas keep dropping
We ain't stopping 'til we got like nine bodies

[Verse 2: Yungeen Ace]
Let me tell you how this shit happened, hollow tip knocked his shit back
Late night creeping through his bushes, I'm trying to see how I'm finna make this happen
See, earlier that day, he was on that 'net 'bout talking all that gangster shit
Trying to catch him with his mama and tie him up, I'm on some dangerous shit (Skrrt)
I ain't never ran from them niggas, I got multiple bodies
Acting like he shot me, boy, you a bitch you ain't never killed nobody
I caught his dawg at a party, I hopped out with a Glock
I had him crawling on his knees, he praying for me to stop
Ghost gun 5.56, ain't got no stock on it
You ain't finna play me like no bitch, I'll put your block on it
Disrespectful nigga, I clear the room when I get retarded
How the fuck you finna play with don dada when, bitch, I go the hardest?
I leave 'em zombie walking

[Chorus: Spinabenz]
Dead man walking
Oh, what's that shit you said? You just a dead man talking
All these niggas super tough until a madman spark 'em
My lil' hundred round drum, I like to blast that often (Grah, skrrt)
Mad coffins, now the preacher mad talking
Tell 'em we gon' make 'em rich long as these bodies keep popping
Shoot him in his fucking head, they say the nigga died hollering
We might be on CNN if all these niggas keep dropping
We ain't stopping 'til we got like nine bodies

[Outro: Yungeen Ace]
Hollow tip knocked his shit back
Ha-ha-ha