Morning Songtext
Bitch, I know I do that thing, Louis V, track jeep, it ain't cheap
Diamond rings, Chrome Heart, Prada me, baby, this shit cost a key
Wireless key, baby wanna fuck me
Thirty rounds in a .223, don't touch me
I just came through swerving, turned up wit' it and I'm fucked up
Had her in here swerving, drankin', wit it 'til she thrown up
High in this bitch, hope the moon it don't come, yeah
Hoe wave this stick round and round, 'til they run, yea
If a bitch cross that line, if a bitch cross that line
Diamond rings, Chrome Heart, Prada me, baby, this shit cost a key
Wireless key, baby wanna fuck me
Thirty rounds in a .223, don't touch me
I just came through swerving, turned up wit' it and I'm fucked up
Had her in here swerving, drankin', wit it 'til she thrown up
High in this bitch, hope the moon it don't come, yeah
Hoe wave this stick round and round, 'til they run, yea
If a bitch cross that line, if a bitch cross that line
I got these bitches in a line, I make 'em all drop a dime
Bitch, I had to turn that round, I was broke, I was down
'Til I went and ran back up them Ms, tell that broke bitch you clown
Pussy-ass nigga ain't touching my swag [?]
Pull up, I pull up a new G-Wagon, bitch, yеah, yeah
Ask your nigga, tryna tell me hе ain't say nothin'
We can get active, nigga, fuck you niggas
I got blue racks inside my jacket, nigga
I like McLaren 'cause it's faster
Fuck that waiting, she gon' take it, then I turn up, go, go
Wreck, now the bitch got no [?]
I'ma take your top off 'bout that fetti, bitch, gone, he gone
Buy designer switch for every bitch having sex in the room
Bitch, you know I do that thing, Louis V, track jeep, it ain't cheap
Diamond ring, Chrome Heart, Prada me, baby girl, this fit a key
Wireless key, baby wanna fuck me
Thirty rounds in a .223, don't touch me
Strapped up, it ain't safe with me
Hit across your face with heat Make her take it then I tell her go, go
Came through swerving, turned up wit' it and I'm fucked up
Had her in here swerving in this bitch, drankin' 'til she throwin' up
High in this bitch, hope the moon, it don't come, yeah
Hoe wave this stick round and round, 'til they run, yea
Bitch, I had to turn that round, I was broke, I was down
'Til I went and ran back up them Ms, tell that broke bitch you clown
Pussy-ass nigga ain't touching my swag [?]
Pull up, I pull up a new G-Wagon, bitch, yеah, yeah
Ask your nigga, tryna tell me hе ain't say nothin'
We can get active, nigga, fuck you niggas
I got blue racks inside my jacket, nigga
I like McLaren 'cause it's faster
Fuck that waiting, she gon' take it, then I turn up, go, go
Wreck, now the bitch got no [?]
I'ma take your top off 'bout that fetti, bitch, gone, he gone
Buy designer switch for every bitch having sex in the room
Bitch, you know I do that thing, Louis V, track jeep, it ain't cheap
Diamond ring, Chrome Heart, Prada me, baby girl, this fit a key
Wireless key, baby wanna fuck me
Thirty rounds in a .223, don't touch me
Strapped up, it ain't safe with me
Hit across your face with heat Make her take it then I tell her go, go
Came through swerving, turned up wit' it and I'm fucked up
Had her in here swerving in this bitch, drankin' 'til she throwin' up
High in this bitch, hope the moon, it don't come, yeah
Hoe wave this stick round and round, 'til they run, yea
