Early morning blunts to start my day before I wake up
Alley-oop the bitch to my little son son like he play ball
I ain't met the migos but the feeling I'm a take-off
Niggas hate like how he pushing pounds off of a greyhound
The last nigga shoulder came up missing Jesus saved his life
Left me on read years ago she gave the neck up make it right
Silly hoe was tryna cuddle with me told her take a hike
Too busy making plays I'm catching licks like I was Jerry Rice
If I don't like the bitch switch up the menu I can't order
Little foreign bitch a eater she just came from across the border
10 thousand on me pockets like that bitch that dated Norbit
They hating over bitches sorry that shit ain't important
The hustle taught me how to turn a quarter to a dollar
I can turn a hating old head daughter to a mama
Atlanta bitch a slut I hit then fly off like a Falcon
Niggas rat I X him out the pic but I ain't Malcom
Slide first but let's be real they'll rather play the internet
He died trying to slide I guess that nigga never getting back
Bullet proof his chest but them little niggas still'll steal his hat
Unless the body yellow tape or money talk don't hit my jack
I make money four ways
Hit the trap Dora Explora
Put them J's right on my feet that Stephen parked when I hit Esporta
He was spinning while it's hot that's why they keep saying they tortured
Talk is cheap we put that boy to rest up quick he need a futon
I was in the trap cooking up science Jimmy Neutron
Swipe yo card you give a info out you get a coupon
Pocket rocket hopped right to my side like it was glued on
My circle so small we keep me a switch for the intruders
Bro ain't having GD but he snuck in with a Ruger
If I ain't hit no Za I'm not no nice one f*ck my mood up
Ain't worried bout no boys we all know they ain't really do much
They ain't really do much
Early morning blunts to start my day before I wake up
Alley-oop the bitch to my little son son like he play ball
I ain't met the migos but the feeling I'm a take-off
Niggas hate like how he pushing pounds off of a greyhound
1neKayy - Early Morning Lyrics
1neKayy - Early Morning Lyrics
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Early morning blunts to start my day before I wake up
Alley-oop the bitch to my little son son like he play ball
I ain't met the migos but the feeling I'm a take-off
Niggas hate like how he pushing pounds off of a greyhound
The last nigga shoulder came up missing Jesus saved his life
Left me on read years ago she gave the neck up make it right
Silly hoe was tryna cuddle with me told her take a hike
Too busy making plays I'm catching licks like I was Jerry Rice
If I don't like the bitch switch up the menu I can't order
Little foreign bitch a eater she just came from across the border
10 thousand on me pockets like that bitch that dated Norbit
They hating over bitches sorry that shit ain't important
The hustle taught me how to turn a quarter to a dollar
I can turn a hating old head daughter to a mama
Atlanta bitch a slut I hit then fly off like a Falcon
Niggas rat I X him out the pic but I ain't Malcom
Slide first but let's be real they'll rather play the internet
He died trying to slide I guess that nigga never getting back
Bullet proof his chest but them little niggas still'll steal his hat
Unless the body yellow tape or money talk don't hit my jack
I make money four ways
Hit the trap Dora Explora
Put them J's right on my feet that Stephen parked when I hit Esporta
He was spinning while it's hot that's why they keep saying they tortured
Talk is cheap we put that boy to rest up quick he need a futon
I was in the trap cooking up science Jimmy Neutron
Swipe yo card you give a info out you get a coupon
Pocket rocket hopped right to my side like it was glued on
My circle so small we keep me a switch for the intruders
Bro ain't having GD but he snuck in with a Ruger
If I ain't hit no Za I'm not no nice one f*ck my mood up
Ain't worried bout no boys we all know they ain't really do much
They ain't really do much
Early morning blunts to start my day before I wake up
Alley-oop the bitch to my little son son like he play ball
I ain't met the migos but the feeling I'm a take-off
Niggas hate like how he pushing pounds off of a greyhound
Alley-oop the bitch to my little son son like he play ball
I ain't met the migos but the feeling I'm a take-off
Niggas hate like how he pushing pounds off of a greyhound
The last nigga shoulder came up missing Jesus saved his life
Left me on read years ago she gave the neck up make it right
Silly hoe was tryna cuddle with me told her take a hike
Too busy making plays I'm catching licks like I was Jerry Rice
If I don't like the bitch switch up the menu I can't order
Little foreign bitch a eater she just came from across the border
10 thousand on me pockets like that bitch that dated Norbit
They hating over bitches sorry that shit ain't important
The hustle taught me how to turn a quarter to a dollar
I can turn a hating old head daughter to a mama
Atlanta bitch a slut I hit then fly off like a Falcon
Niggas rat I X him out the pic but I ain't Malcom
Slide first but let's be real they'll rather play the internet
He died trying to slide I guess that nigga never getting back
Bullet proof his chest but them little niggas still'll steal his hat
Unless the body yellow tape or money talk don't hit my jack
I make money four ways
Hit the trap Dora Explora
Put them J's right on my feet that Stephen parked when I hit Esporta
He was spinning while it's hot that's why they keep saying they tortured
Talk is cheap we put that boy to rest up quick he need a futon
I was in the trap cooking up science Jimmy Neutron
Swipe yo card you give a info out you get a coupon
Pocket rocket hopped right to my side like it was glued on
My circle so small we keep me a switch for the intruders
Bro ain't having GD but he snuck in with a Ruger
If I ain't hit no Za I'm not no nice one f*ck my mood up
Ain't worried bout no boys we all know they ain't really do much
They ain't really do much
Early morning blunts to start my day before I wake up
Alley-oop the bitch to my little son son like he play ball
I ain't met the migos but the feeling I'm a take-off
Niggas hate like how he pushing pounds off of a greyhound
Writer: Kahlile Carter
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