MORNING VIBE Lyrics

Hold on

Baby a nympho she wanna fuck told her hold up

Hold on

Niggas talking too stupid, have the people sew em up

I'm tryna hit the streets with this merch, get it sold up

And Iont wanna say I'm alcoholic or none but I stay po'ed up

Got them pills in me, weed in me, and liq in me, I'm dozed up

And that lil pussy be tight as fuck when I'm done, that lil hole to'ed up

And these bullets big as fuck, I bust him backwards, leave his toes up

I'll put this blicky down and pap him out, I'll make him fold up

And like I want somebody else in office, pussy, I stay poled up

And I'ma give you one more time to take it back before we roll up

At first you was Mr. SplitDat, now I'm with that, now it's hold up

And you can't carry niggas weight around, it get too tough to hold up

And I guess the nigga, Wi-Fi down, the pussy nigga froze up

Nigga fuck all that shit, nigga pussy than a hoe

I seen her last year, she was slim, now she thick, how the fuck it grow

Ain't yo bitch tell me everything, how the fuck else did I know

And I'm in a stu everyday, how the fuck else I'm gon' blow

And she on her knees kissin on my dick like my face a mistletoe

And I'm finna take off, nigga, coke and memento

And she drippin coochie, wet as fuck, it sound like Alfredo

And I need that cheddar cheese, take his ass off like a wedding ring

And baby girl, please stop stressin me, cause everything ain't even what it seem

I got the flashlight with the green bean, and I need the green, no string bean

I'm count money, money machine, I'ma beat her shit up ain't no flickin' the beam

I'ma touch her ass up ain't no touchin the cat

The pussy too good then we runnin it back

And the bitch fast as hell, she don't run track, ass jumpin like 4 12s in a lac

And she for the streets like a scooter, bullets fat like the mark of Buddha

We can get this shit bumpin' like 03 Luda, we can get this shit crunk like Luda and 03

He say that its Zaza bag, but it smoke like it's OG

Pop out the door with the chopstick like I'm Tony

In high school, I was servin niggas as old as my OG

I was smokin good loud before I was 14

I was still outside while you was in the bed

We both had school in the morning

And I need a dollar for the 14, save $30 if you want to buy the whole thing

I'm goin' full-fledged in her make her ass feel the whole thing

Hit her right, hit her left, I'll make the hoe cream

I'm the type of nigga that's tryna eat with the team

You the type of nigga get the sauce and run off on the team

You the type of nigga that's gone run off with the plan

I'm the type of nigga, play point, put the ball right in your hand

I'm high as fuck, on different shit, I'm booted, I can't even land