"Sunday Fun Day" lyrics

Jealous mind
All it does is corrupt your time
(Corrupt your time, blow your mind)
(Got Damn Samm)

Sun shinin' while I'm flippin' the hood
Just stuffed a fat Slapwood with that Gas God good
Sunday fun day in the city, hope I find me somethin' pretty
I like 'em a little hood, but good lookin' and saditty
She can roll up while we roll, assist a boss while we hold
Hit up Southside, then Chapman for sure
On Almeda lookin' clean at 5015
Everybody know Big Slim when I hit the scene
No more lean, shit, we already tired
I'm on sugar daddy status, if you fine, boo, you're hired
Tags been expired, I ain't drove this all year
Had to pull out and show out, let 'em know I'm still here
Trunk beatin' in the rear, soundin' like it's 'bout to blow
While I get a lot of show ridin' by real slow
H-Town, it don't get no better
I'm grippin' on woodgrain, leanin' on the leather

Yeah
Catch me struttin' through the Southside
I might just exit off 288
Hah, 610
Make the loop back to 45, let's go, say

Still swimmin' in bad women, I'm such a vibe
If they say I ain't a king, them jealous hoes lied
I might be ridin' electric, that mean the motor quiet
Nigga straight out the kitchen, that baking soda fried
I was rappin' and sellin' rocks on Hershey block
Now it's pictures and autographs at every stop
Vanilla scoop, she the truth, and, yes, the coupe mine
I got a cute lil' patches and she for sure fine
Skatin' by in a foreign and, yes, the bitch mine
You niggas ready to leave, then it's the right time
Because we here to stay, them niggas here to play
Don Ke, 713, I rep it every day

Find yourself
Find yourself
Find yourself
Find yourself
If you find me— find me— find me
If you find me— find me— find me
If you find me— find me— find me
If you find me— find me— find me
If you find me— find me— find me