Lyrics

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Top of the mornin', top of the mornin' Top of the mornin', top of the mornin' Top of the mornin', top of the mornin' Hold on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit Let's get this shit, let's, hmm (Like what these niggas on, like?) [Verse: Baby Keem & Kendrick Lamar] Ain't shit changed, still fuckin' and rappin' Two bad bitches here, Cartier glasses, huh Her friend got pornography habits ("Give me that bitch!" "But, sir!") Rollie gang, Rollie gang, Rollie gang (pgLang, fool) Hundred thousand on her, she know she gang (She's hot) Rover gang, Rover gang, Rover gang (Rover gang) Range brothers out the roof, we're not the Wayans (We're not the Wayans) Bitch, I hate to tell the truth, we're not the same (He's Baby Keem) I'm with my Rover brother and we're runnin' game (A Range Rover) Whippin' rubber bands on the meatloaf Overseas, tidy up for me 'fore I get home Take one, take two, take three, heave it Stop hidin' comments under your sleeve, nigga, believe it Why your boyfriend keep on lookin' for me, is he Jesus? [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Let's get this shit, let's get this shit Let's get this shit, let's, hmm Top of the mornin', top of the mornin' Top of the mornin', top of the mornin' Top of the mornin', top of the mornin' Hold on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit Let's get this shit, let's, hmm (Like what these niggas on, like?)