"Morning" lyrics
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 whole 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 the 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 whole seller
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 the way I chew beats
I love shit talkin'
I got a thousand blues on me, now I'm Crip walkin'
I ain't a Crip though, I ain't a Blood either
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 there
He pissed off he came close, so he punched a hair
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, we 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
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 whole 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 the 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 whole seller
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 the way I chew beats
I love shit talkin'
I got a thousand blues on me, now I'm Crip walkin'
I ain't a Crip though, I ain't a Blood either
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 there
He pissed off he came close, so he punched a hair
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, we 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
