Larry Dubb - Woke Up Onnat Lyrics

Like, bitch, I woke up on that shit today Like, let's make a hit today
Wake up every morning gifted You wait until Christmas day
Call me Mr. Bounceback That just mean I'll ricochet
F*ck if you don't get your way Tell a hater, fix your face
You can never sit across This is not a simple date
Only way you at the table If we playin' f*ckin' spades
Damn, I feel my pride kickin' Get up out your f*ckin' way
My alter ego told me to tell you count your f*ckin' days
Hit my ceiling in a Veg and graduated from the A
In this new chapter in life, I'm finna switch the page
I could probably hire an accountant the way I'm gettin' paid
You ain't sis in this rap shit if you ain't Ms. Blaze
Just got off the phone with my granny, she told me fix your ways
I should be proud of myself, but I'm on a different page
I'm tryna make it for us, and that's a different rage
I ain't even talkin' bout bars, but that's a different cage
Get it paid, at the end of the day, you gotta earn your spot
Give what you got, so let me make my way up to the top
They ain't gon' take it back, just look it where you at
Don't try to make it fast, that shit ain't just gon' fall up in your lap
But enough of all that backstory shit Y'all already know I spun the block
Now they playin' Larry Dubb all on the AUX
Link up with yo baby and her friends and they pourin' shots
You know what they screamin' Baddie, baddie, shot O'clock
Damn, it's been a minute, no excuses why I ain't even drop
Ain't promote my last shit, but that shit didn't even flop
Y'all be gettin y'all ass kicked, like lyrically y'all need to stop
Give great thanks to the producer and y'all engineers, they be savin' y'all
I can really make it look like I failed, but then I can play it off
Hit the store to get my chain fixed, a damn near spent a eighty-ball
That's what happens when you solid nigga, when it's contact then you can't dissolve
Also when you business minded nigga, ain't a problem that you can't resolve
Don't believe everything that you see, the rap game playin' y'all
These niggas out here stream-bottin', let's see the numbers when you take it off
These bitches out here scream-watchin', like split-screen when you playin' COD
The rest of y'all be dick-riding, I suggest y'all go get a job
Otherwise, Y'all be gettin' robbed, now Ridley, please, go and get some help
Tell these beasts it's belt-to-ass and you can go and get a whelp
Y'all could blame Freddie Hendrix, set the fires to a melt
Like I sold myself a zip, bitch, I owe it to myself, now what we into
I spit that ism, but it ain't Hindu, cause this is how you rap when the rent due
And I was taught, leave no crumbs, or it's a issue
I got the rap game in submission, like it's jujitsu
She asked if she was doin' too much, I said a bit too
If we ain't conductin' no business, I'm not in tune
Damn her ass subbin again, what a kid move
She mad that I had her sprung, but that just what that dick do
Please, if I lost a nigga like me, then I'd be pissed too
Should have came, ready, baby, I ain't here to fix you
I just missed the money that I spent, no, I don't miss you
So please, baby, crop me a river without the tissue
I know what that shit do, and they know what a nigga mean
Please don't lil' bro me, if you not Miles Low or Spitta P
Shit up in a guillotine, ain't nobody facin' me
I know why they hate me, the GOAT of Generation Z
Nigga
Back up on that shit