YSN Flow - No Church On Sunday's Lyrics

I never stress too much over something or somebody
'Cause like no matter who around you o
Or what's goin' on around you
Life gon' go on, you just gotta be happy you still here
On granny, yeah, yeah

I know I'm blessed but I ain't see church on Sundays
I was probably sinnin'
Bitch I'm tryin' to be more than rich
Even when and 'til I'm tired of winnin'
My new bitch thick, yeah
And she scream my name whenever I'm slidin' in it
My ex bitch been said that I be trippin', yeah
She don't get that we just different, yeah

Tell the Lord I'm so glad to make it
Richest in my class ain't graduated
I'm so glad, we made it past the basement
Now a nigga livin' past amazing
I get them from all these bags I'm facing
But I know I'm the greatest them guys not ranking
Never had nothin', he flash, we take it
Think that he solid, them bullets goin' to break 'em
Fucked up by losses I never thought that I could win again
I told my mama if they find these guns
Then I'll probably will go back to pen again
Took a bus but now the Benz I'm in
I can't trip about no friends again
'Cause niggas want drama, I just want some commas
That's why my best friend is Benjamin
No cap, niggas two face don't fuck with that
If I give you my name I'm stuck with that
When I fuck from the back, you fuck me back
If I fall in love would you love me back?
I heard you think love is whack
But it's probably 'cause the nigga you fuck with whack
He fucked up and you goin' back
Girl, fuck that nigga, we done with that
You fuckin' with me, they probably told you that nigga so street
He walk outside and he clutchin' his feet
He feel like everybody just gon' leave
So he pray that you play for keeps
Please don't leave me, puttin' trust in new people ain't easy
But I know you need me as much I need you

I know I'm blessed but I ain't see church on Sundays
I was probably sinnin'
Bitch I'm tryin' to be more than rich
Even when and 'til I'm tired of winnin'
My new bitch thick, yeah
And she scream my name whenever I'm slidin' in it
My ex bitch been said that I be trippin', yeah
She don't get that we just different, yeah

I'm blowing up like a spliff
If it's problem, no problem, bro wait in this jungle
If I shoot, I won't miss
Trappy been in the court, he a blow up I'll pass him the torch
If he strapped with the gang, bet he with it
We was youngins they labeled us Bey-Bey kids
Now them young niggas drippin', got a milli, came up on my ticket
Keep a Glock with a dick, no AK
I took care of some niggas on J-Pay
Pop them xannys they think that I'm cray-cray
Pop too many it look like my face fade
Bring my choppa, ain't doin' no melee
Up this bitch it's gon' give him a face ache
Money talkin' I don't care 'bout what they say
We can't vibe if he come off the fake way
'Cause I got ties with mine
Ain't no squares in my grass, my shit cut
'Cause I can't die in mine
Let a nigga say it's up, then we gon' slide
Bitch, I'm goin' to ride for mine
We get caught up in that jail, bitch I'm goin' to lie for mine
I can go black and white, I came back to fight
Tell my lawyers let's bust up the case
My bezels hit when I jump out the Wraith
Smokin' on moonrock, I feel like I'm on space
I worked too hard for you to take my place
Sit back and count that money to escape
I don't really think these niggas real, for real
They fake so I watch my back
'Cause I hear niggas out here kill to kill

I know I'm blessed but I ain't see church on Sundays
I was probably sinnin'
Bitch I'm tryin' to be more than rich
Even when and 'til I'm tired of winnin'
My new bitch thick, yeah
And she scream my name whenever I'm slidin' in it
My ex bitch been said that I be trippin', yeah
She don't get that we just different, yeah