Morning Music Lyrics

Swooping that block up, got that old dirty 30 on me

From the side of town, the side of town that you don't know

Wanna tap in, they'll get your swag and they gone

Talkin' out that ass, yeah, boy, give me that chain up off your throat

I'm up in Dallas, yeah, that 214 with the dope, we gettin' it off

All I know it's sit up on my throne, and cough, ayy, all I know is get that bag off

You wanna leave the table, boy, then kick some rocks, yeah

Bapestas kickin' your face in, yeah, I'm breakin' them in on your jaw

Breakin' out in the morning, yeah, payin' that bond and payin' that bail the fee

My feet damp, yeah, up on the beach, yeah ugh, with my pale I look a lil pale,

Cause I'm a vamp, fell in love with Mary Jane, I'm feeling like Spiderman

I'm in love with that hemp, walkin' around D-Town, I got that cotton mouth

She got cotton mouth when she licked the tip, flippin' a zip, nope

Yeah, it's been a long time since I flipped a zip, I'm smokin' up a zip in my zip code

Hittin' my phone, let her get left on read, left her on ghost

She left me on read, left me on scene, yeah, she come over, give me some head, the apology,

Breakin' it down, I'm lovin' my weed

I'm workin' on me for the mostly, it's a no post week, yeah, I'm smokin' my dope week

Just hop out that stu, I'm up in that D-Town, yeah, we smokin' up tree with the gang

Back on my gang shit, back on my chain, swangin' shit cut from a different cloth

Rappers out here, no gangsters, ain't no G's, they up in that mic, they screamin' for cheese

You ain't no G, I hop on that stage, they screamin' L-D, they screamin' that L-D-C

Gang shit, lil' bitch, walk out the store, I'm clutchin' my Glick

Walk out the show, I'm clutchin' my Glick, I hop in that Cadillac, she lick

Y'all like how I'm movin', then move, lil' bitch, red dots aimin' where you move, lil' bitch, got bags up, where you been

I'm a goon, yeah, a goblin, yeah, I been him, yeah

Send me off, I got my spirit gun in hand, be watchin' me like the moon landin

Watch these diamonds dancin' up in that moonlight, yeah, you starin

Got Karen, carin' about my speakers blarin', I'm up in traffic with that air horn

That plug, he tryin' to sell me some Air Jordans, I roll up this lil' Za in that lil' foreign with this foreign

That's how my mornin' go, yeah, how your mornin' go

All black coffee, yeah, that Joe, yeah, smokin' on dope, yeah, uh-huh

That's how my mornin' go, that's how my mornin' go

Wake up, put that dope in that cone, and then my mornin' on go

Wake up in the mornin', get my bag on the go

What you know about Big Lope Dope, got my bag on the go

Waking up in the mornin', lil' boy, and my bag is still goin

Look at the bag, I'm still goin

Look at that bag, I'm still goin