Jaybo P - Til the morning Lyrics

Yuh
And I been rappin til the morning
The way that I been feeling all these hoes been getting boring
My thoughts is deep so I been in the Stu till the sun coming
My heart she call my phone so every time I come running
I'm busy I can't stay
Don't sleep so I daydream about me ridin in a wraith
They ask me how I feel I say I feel like I' m ok
I never hide my pain I just don't know just wat I could say
These hoes be broke they takin trips to M.I.A
I be out the country takin flights whats my eta
I got dumb hoes who gettin paid whats they gpa
I want a smart hoe who work a job get paid anyway
I run it up im gettin paid so much dont look for payments
That nigga tried the gang we spin his car cant do no saving
He tweaking
Took em down we double back he know wassup
Cant take me out the gang I built for this Im one of one
Aint trippin on no drug aint leaning
Im serving bags them boys was feening
My hoe dont got no job so i come home to her she always cleaning
She smack me out my sleep
I know she mad because she caught me cheating
Like hoe just back it up and play it cool you know I got a reason
I thought you did it first
I found a rubber in yo purse
I call my momma up she know that I be hurtin
Lets stick to being friends for now
Ion like to see you hurtin like lil baby bitch you know that ian perfect
I been rappin til the morning
The way that I been feeling all these hoes been getting boring
My thoughts is deep so I been in the Stu till the sun coming
My heart she call my phone so every time I come running
I'm busy I can't stay
Don't sleep so I daydream about me ridin in a wraith
They ask me how I feel I say I feel like I' m ok
I never hide my pain I just don't know just wat I should say
Damn im forever gettin paid
Im trippin on this shi I sent a raid
Got roaches in the club I walk em down like a parade
My brother down the road he send a hit I make a way
My momma worried Im running from them jakes but its ok
Bro trickin off them percs he finally made it
I told em gotta stay solid gotta take care of yo baby
Them opps tryna catch you slippin so you cant let em see you faded
Im faded in the booth thats why my songs be sounding crazy
Damn
This music its gon make me rich
Im not a menace but i swear to god I need a murder bitch
My baby cluch my gun i swear i showed her how to work that switch
We in san antonio my team we had to pop a bitch
I be havin hoes they suck me up because the dick aint fit
I go double r but not the car because im really rich
Ima change my name to tree because I always carry sticks
Bruh was talkin out his mouth these bullets be a quick fix
Take off my jacket who gon ball
Im out here with some dogs I feel the realest of em all
I treat the pussy right she steady callin me a dog
She said that she gon leave I told her this is where you fall
Dont miss me why you call
She steady accusing me like I done did that
I never tripped on you bout all them niggas at that kickback
If i pull out my fye im tryna tell yo ass to get back
Im trippin I been missing calls from prison I cant call back
My brother freedom on the way
No more 3 way calls to hoes that never got no shit to say
No more tellin me bout hoes that cheating cuz I know they fake
No more talkin bout lil G and dallas got a pending case
We finna turn it up go private plane so we can tour the states
I love you tho bruh ima hit yo ass up tommorow
Igt bet love you bro