Mmm

Welcome to the morning

Don't scratch the blit like I can't do no lack

Bitch I be finish the blunt with a brand-new stick

Lit 90, bitch, you a jackass

He said he gon' kill me, I'm clutchin'

Was I in Jordan, I wouldn't lose, he killin' me fast

He was Austin and Luther, he sparkin' the past

The ride of your bitch, boy you know you can't see me

Young Q got packed up, I hopped for the freeze

When the Colonel Gunplay put that boy on the TV

Fuck it, I put his ass on the white teeth

And they be a bitch for repostin' that shit

Like he really wanna smoke me a bit home in city

He be trippin' on IG like Rilla

Bitch, Frankie, this shit ain't Sprank

Had a shot of my swim when it got f-ing

Same day we got that slang

Bitch, this shit like Kobe to Jason Taylor

I'm talkin' jersey numbers

Walked out with that blick and hit his tailor

I'm tryna murder the homies

And this scotch had to cover the drink

YP wet, bitch, fallin' rain

High-speed what? Bitch, fuck that track

Bankin' for people, they duckin' to fame

I went Hellcat, they was in the runners

I went Trackhawk, they was in runners

More in the store, baby, you walkin'

How about, pfft, tryna blissin'

Huh, woke up in the mornin'

Go straight to the blick

Like I can't do no lackin'

Bitch, I be feelin' the blood with a brand-new stick

Lit 90, bitch, you a jackass

He said he gon' kill me, I'm clutchin'

Was I in Jordan, I wouldn't lose, he killin' me fast

He was Austin and Luther, he sparkin' the past

The ride of your bitch, boy you know you can't see me

Young Q got packed up, I hopped for the freeze

When the Colonel Gunplay put that boy on the TV

Fuck it, I put his ass on the white teeth

And they be a bitch for repostin' that shit

Like he really wanna smoke me a bit home in city

(Hey, hey, hey, hey, let's shoot)

Hey, two-beat talk, them bitches broke

I can drop a hundred for every dime you show

Fuck a post, ****, rock and roll, and shit

Bitch, I'm sellin' out my show

**** mad about a bitch

Who dripped, picked up on my phone

Fuck a ****, smashed

Hope you fuck with the YCYP3L5L

And that's on sold, bitch

'Cause they all gon' meet that boss before I go

I know I died, got caught clappin'

And I know I done got signed in the air with a 556

Girl, how you know?

Shh, shh, 'cause I would look better

Huh, woke up in the mornin'

Go straight to the blick

Like I can't do no lackin'

Bitch, I be feelin' for blood with a brand-new stick

Lit 90, bitch, you a jackass

I ain't gon' kill me, I'm clutchin'

Was I in Jordan, I wouldn't lose, he killin' me fast

He was Austin and Luther, he sparkin' the past

Ah, ah, ah, ah, let me hear it

They ride you a bitch, boy

You know you can't see me

Young Q got packed up, I hopped for the freeze

When the Colonel Gunplay put that boy on the TV

Fuck it, I put his ass on the white teeth

And they be a bitch for repostin' that shit

Like he really wanna smoke me a bit home in city