Video Cfa On Sunday de Lil Dre6o 2025 Rap Lyrics

Lil Dre6o - Cfa On Sunday Lyrics

[Chorus]
Do you wanna drive the whip? I hit the gas, fuck up the gear
Bro code, no, I can't let her get around, she can't get near
Lonzo, think I play for the Bulls the way I shoot the clip
I don't care 'bout where this ho go, know she gotta get up outta here
Set me up, oh no, I can't go, gon' shoot her off the rip
Let a nigga say where I can't go, gon' post up by myself
Know we gon' come through that bitch every day
You want me to trust you, then on a Sunday, bring me Chick-fil-A

[Verse]
Hold on, actin' like you pregnant when you ain't, that shit won't make me stay
Hold on, I just rollеd a grabba when I woke up, we call it wakе and bake
I might use his beat, but I won't never go back to Section 8
Them lil' boys ain't who you wanna be, so let me set you straight
Nigga must ain't heard of us, runnin' laps around the city
Last opp we caught, it was man down, he got hit up with glizzy
Nigga got caught with his pants down for trustin' all these bitches
Q50 in sport, we come down your block and slide the Honda Civic
Ride with B-Solid, he gon' crank and shit, just give us five minutes
Nigga new shit ain't even better than my old shit, time tickin'
Rich ballers, I know a nigga got more than thirty-five million
No bitch problems, know I done cut off every ho that tried me
Say you gon' do what? If I don't kill you, what would I be?
Evil nigga, I might kidnap your dog and feed him brownies, that's just a warning
ARP when I'm performin'
Ho don't slide, we might shoot up the funeral, don't care about you mournin'
I don't know what you used to, but over here, we do shit different, uh
Nigga tried to cross me out, I knew that you wasn't with it
Say what? She had tried to leave because my lifestyle too expensive
When you let DG get inside your head, that shit fuck up your mental
[Chorus]
Do you wanna drive the whip? I hit the gas, fuck up the gear
Bro code, no, I can't let her get around, she can't get near
Lonzo, think I play for the Bulls the way I shoot the clip
I don't care 'bout where this ho go, know she gotta get up outta here
Set me up, oh no, I can't go, gon' shoot her off the rip
Let a nigga say where I can't go, gon' post up by myself
Know we gon' come through that bitch every day
You want me to trust you, then on a Sunday, bring me Chick-fil-A (Hold on)