F**k up Your Morning (feat. Meka Luxx)

You talking too much put your racks where your mouth is

Don't cap for these **** you know that you doubted

I got that heat on my hip and I can't leave without it

Diamonds, they VVS, just came out the fountain

Just poured a 16 it feel like I'm drowning

**** be broke but they won't talk about it

Don't make me call Fatz he won't shoot at your body

You can't stop the rain it get wet like Dasani

R.I.P Dolph we got sharks in the water

Just left Miami, I got Dolphins in Florida

Young trap **** got Amiris & Jordans

I slaughter your daughter and fuck up your morning

Spot em I got 'em I fuck up your beatbox

Too many drugs but I'm not tryna detox

Choppa on me man im itching to see opps

(Aye, aye, aye)

This ain't a mixtape, this is a rich tape

Glock .17 make a **** get his shit straight

Big bank take lil bank this a big face

I put an opp in the air this on replay

I got racks in my bag they gon think it's my G-day

Pushed up in that Benz they gon slide off the E-way

I was just down I got rich in like 3 days

He think that he super I'll make it his D-Day

Spot em I got 'em I fuck up your beatbox

Too many drugs but I'm not tryna detox

Choppa on me man im itching to see opps

(Aye, aye, aye)

CC on my body

That's shenaenae i ain't crippin it

Designer my drugs

It's expensive when i'm sippin it

He said it was omertà

Paperwork say he was tippin shit

Diamonds all on my finger

Soakin wet like I don't need a bitch

She know i'm lit and her **** not

I'll send a hit I don't need to box

I pull up Elite when I need a ride (black truck)

The whip got tv's I don't even watch

If it ain't got a dollar sign on it then I'm good,

I don't need exposure (I don't need it)

I was in it for the sex baby girl i'm good,

I don't need closure (I don't need it)

All that instagram shit cool,

Stand on it when we approach you

You only gangsta

Cause you paid them real streets **** not to expose you

Oh he actin goofy he want me to slap him (ayy)

His lil bitch know where the stash,

I got her location, we gon track em (ayy)

Kobe to all my opps,

Iso these shots **** I aint passin

4 and up for these bags, so what if he ya mans?

We still gon tax him

You talking too much put your racks where your mouth is

Don't cap for these **** you know that you doubted

I got that heat on my hip and I can't leave without it

Diamonds, they VVS, just came out the fountain

Just poured a 16 it feel like I'm drowning

**** be broke but they won't talk about it

Don't make me call Fatz he won't shoot at your body

You can't stop the rain it get wet like Dasani

R.I.P Dolph we got sharks in the water

Just left Miami, I got Dolphins in Florida

Young trap **** got Amiris & Jordans

I slaughter your daughter and fuck up your morning

Spot em I got 'em I fuck up your beatbox

Too many drugs but I'm not tryna detox

Choppa on me man im itching to see opps

(Aye, aye, aye)