Morning

Lyrics

[Verse] I'll come back to the hood, get on some bullshit I'm a million dollar nigga with a full clip I manifested this in a bullpen I'll Crank That in a bitch pussy, "Youu" with it This nigga said he got some Actavis, he bullshittin' Two thirties in the 'K, I'll drop the full sixty I'm tryna count a M in cash, I need somebody to do it with me Man, I need help I'm in a Trackhawk with no seatbelt I'll let this bitch fire 'til the heat melt I seen a nigga rat and he ain't even do a week in jail Forty-eight hundred for a 'bow, how the weed smell? These niggas sprayin' terps on some lows I just went to church with some 'bows I'm a dope fiend, I still found Percs in the hole I seen a nigga put in work at a lo' I can get a nigga cracked for a chirp of some blow We was in a Lamb' truck with a 'K with us I told her bring three friends, I got Jay with me, and Lil Tay with me Scram scraper nigga, I came home and made eight-fifty in two days I'm a wholesaler, I can sell a hundred 'bows in two plays Hit 'em in his head with the nick', he got a new fade Cut his top with the chop, but I don't do fades I'll twist a nigga shit like I do braids Cut a nigga pint with Grape Kool-Aid Knock that shit off his head like a toupee 'Fore I turn the Coke to the hard, it look like toothpaste Did a show in Russia for a hundred racks USD Told bro to keep a knife on him in the U.S. P Better have your shit in order if you shoot at me They treat me like the president, you can't do shit to Ri' We came back to the city in a BP I just spent four hundred racks on two V's I'm off a Perc' 30, I don't do E's You would probably think I'm hungry how I chew beats I love shit talkin' I got a thousand blues on me, so I'm Crip walkin' I ain't a Crip though, I ain't a Blood neither I ain't come to throw pape', I'm in the club eatin', they got good chicken Told—, alright, alright Told, I told promoters I ain't comin' 'less they— Told promoters I ain't comin'—, huh Told promoters I ain't comin' in the club 'less Jay booked with me You gotta double book us Had a bottom bunk my whole fed bid, I wasn't jumpin' up there Some niggas pissed me off up in Flint, I'm comin' up there Last time I had a show in EMPIRE, somethin' got slumped in there He pissed off he came close, so he punched the air The bitch say she finna leave, I don't fuckin' care It was a snake in the grass and I wasn't aware My little brother sittin' in the jail for what my cousin said Got a pint of Hi-Tech, I call 'em Uncle Red Never makin' love with a slut, I don't fuck in beds, bitch I just bought a Maybach, we can fuckin' hear it You hit it with a blue light, so much nut in here Five years for a legal pipe, it wasn't fuckin' fair But I had to do my time if I did the crime My young nigga, real thug, bitch, I'm with a slime He'll wipe his own brother nose How much Rio want for a show? I don't fuckin' know You gotta ask Will How much I want for a video, you gotta ask Fill Why the fuck they lie to us and say crack kills Unc' seventy-five years old, he smoke crack still Did this shit independent, I ain't have a deal We had the best sex, she took half the pill It's already one up top, ain't gotta rack still Nigga, you don't know how them cold mats feel It was ten years ago, he got smacked still