Late Nights, Early Mornings Lyrics

I swear to God, that the studio a trap house now

Got the feds at the door and they break it down

In the booth and I'm trying to blow on some loud

We turn the studio into a trap

And I swear to God, that the studio a trap house now

Got the feds at the door and they break it down

In the booth and I'm trying to blow on some loud

We turn the studio into a trap

Yeah, I popped a bean, and I'm feeling lit

And I'm in the booth and I hit this shit

And I ask where the blunt at let me hit it, bitch

Trying to get paid, working every day

Nine to five, like a fucking slave

Hold up

Made another beat and I'm rolling

Put my money in the booth, I ain't got nothing to lose

Look at you

We turn the studio into a trap now

Flipping beats, makin money now

Flipping beats cause I gotta get paid

Waiting on the plug, to hit my line

I need a bad bitch that like to roll my blunts

In them late nights, early mornings, uh

I don't sleep anymore, that shits boring

It's a mystery, oh victory

And I know it's history, but I know it isn't ancient history

Yeah, the studio a fucking trap, every day we fucking lit

Every day we laying down some type of music

Late nights, early morning, I can't sleep no more

Late nights, early morning, I can't sleep no more

Bitch we like that, we turn the studio into the trap

We hit the gas, and blow the pound

Man I swear to God that the studio a trap house now

Got the feds at the door and they break it down

In the booth and I'm trying to blow on some loud

We turn the studio into a trap

Man I swear to God that the studio a trap house now

Got the feds at the door and they break it down

In the booth and I'm trying to blow on some loud

We turn the studio into a trap