Top Of The Morning Lyrics

Say start my day, wake and bake, zoom and get the cake

Niggas scheme up off your plate then smile up in yo face

Niggas perpetrate the fake, never will I make

Friends with you peon pussy's nigga I need backends

I beat it till she scream I rock her world like Michael Jackson

Take it from the lions mouth I'm flexing like I'm Samson

Feeling like these niggas better watch right where they stepping

Light skin lookin friendly but do niggas like a menace

Top of the morning I'm thinking of bread

Top of the morning I'm getting some head

Top of the morning that strap in my hand

Top of the morning put your ass to bed

I'm running this shit feel the shit in my legs

Getting some cake like my bitch little Deb

I'm worried bout money not worried bout friends

I would just rather go count up the deads

Lyric man chill out you tweaking again

A tweaker I know and I just might explode

I got a baddie that's good as a saint but Lyric he make her act out like a hoe

Lyric he doing what these niggas can't

Gettin some face while I'm hitting my vape

Can't fuck with a rat I'm not joining the race

Bitches they love and they hate me like Tate

Okay give no fucks if a fuck nigga hate, make a pussy nigga bleed like he that menstruation

A nigga stay down, all real no faking, live in the flesh real rare demonstration

Made her leg buckle like the bitch bo jangles, Lyric hit it good up down both angles

Hit it from the back while she grab both ankles

She be like Lyric damn boy I thank you

Top of the morning I'm thinking of bread

Top of the morning I'm getting some head

Top of the morning that strap in my hand

Top of the morning put your ass to bed

I'm running this shit feel the shit in my legs

Getting some cake like my bitch little Deb

I'm worried bout money not worried bout friends

I would just rather go count up the deads

Lyric nothing like niggas he been on some other shit

Niggas hate me I can fuck on they mother

And take out they sister and beat up they brother

I beat up the box yeah my stick I just shove it

Bumping they gums but ain't getting no money

I get some money then rap like a mummy

Beat it up beat it up stuffing her tummy

Rolling up loud fingers sticky like putty

Money, getting some money

Niggas is bummy do not fuck with buddy

He played with Lyric and niggas got bloody

This not what you want little nigga trust me

Do niggas in like he Solomon Grundy

And that's any day nigga Monday to Sunday

Blowing my loud while a nigga in public

I live what I did like your bitch I just fucked it

And, promise that the nigga won't do nun

Want to go to war nigga lace your boots up

Throw grenade fuck around and get blew up

Run a fade and a leave a nigga with a crew cut aye

That's what I said nigga that's what I did

Smoke em like bud we do not fuck with cigs

Joints like a tree, you be smoking a twig

At the end of the day bitch I'm going to bed

Top of the morning I'm thinking of bread

Top of the morning I'm getting some head

Top of the morning that strap in my hand

Top of the morning put your ass to bed

I'm running this shit feel the shit in my legs

Getting some cake like my bitch little Deb

I'm worried bout money not worried bout friends

I would just rather go count up the deads

Lyric man chill out you tweaking again

A tweaker I know and I just might explode

I got a baddie that's good as a saint but Lyric he make her act out like a hoe

Lyric he doing what these niggas can't

Gettin some face while I'm hitting my vape

Can't fuck with a rat I'm not joining the race

Bitches they love and they hate me like Tate