NWA

[Chorus: Young Booke and Shad Da God] I woke up this morning, and caught me a case Pussy motherfucker tryna fuck up my day Hoggin up the lane, like "get the fuck out my way" Screamin "fuck 12", like NWA Whole lotta money, the bitch came with that Got pints on the front seat, yeah, I ride with that Told her I don't wanna fuck, but she persistent with it [Verse 1: Young Booke] My bitch out in Atlanta, I put her back in her place That where I’m from, my hood in the place That Ruger 9, sit right there on my waist If a nigga playin, Imma catch me a case Got them bankrolls on me, like "fuck a Visa" I told you everything, but them police, yeah I scuba dive in the pussy, aquafina No joke with the scope, spot a nigga like a Chita No car that I cop don't got a push button to start Got my hoodie on, I feel like Trayvon Marton A nigga with an aditude, I'm not no regular artist I gotta cock my pistol back, a nigga dangerous [Chorus: Young Booke and Shad Da God] I woke up this morning, and caught me a case Pussy motherfucker tryna fuck up my day Hoggin up the lane, like "get the fuck out my way" Screamin "fuck 12", like NWA Whole lotta money, the bitch came with that Got pints on the front seat, yeah, I ride with that Told her I don’t wanna fuck, but she persistent with it [Verse 2: T.I.] Woke up quick, a bankhead in the Chevy with a couple of goons Gotta get payed before the day begin Baby mama keep bitchin about my friends Pull up in the trap, move a couple of dimes Just got his head busted for a bottle of wine Gettin high, you can get what you asked for Just yell 12 for the police and the task force Breakin the spead limit, jumpin in the Phantom Can't let them catch me, on my worent, that's my second offence OK I'm trappin, but I'm payin my probation with this Dope boys in the hood, man, we stay in some shit [Chorus: Young Booke and Shad Da God] I woke up this morning, and caught me a case Pussy motherfucker tryna fuck up my day Hoggin up the lane, like "get the fuck out my way" Screamin "fuck 12", like NWA Whole lotta money, the bitch came with that Got pints on the front seat, yeah, I ride with that Told her I don't wanna fuck, but she persistent with it [Verse 3: Shad Da God] If you fuck on the first night, that mean you a hoe Bitch I ain't heard of you, I just focus on gettin my doe We on that street money grind, I pour a fuckinn 4 Bankroll in my pocket right now, I could buy like 4 hoes She say she only fuck with bosses, cause she came from bosses I turn around, and ask what that Lean cost My chain, my watch and my motherfuckin ring Boss stand with the Glock, and my trap phone ring Back to back on them trucks, like we from Harlem Sellin dope, I pull up for them dollars [Chorus: Young Booke and Shad Da God] I woke up this morning, and caught me a case Pussy motherfucker tryna fuck up my day Hoggin up the lane, like "get the fuck out my way" Screamin "fuck 12", like NWA Whole lotta money, the bitch came with that Got pints on the front seat, yeah, I ride with that Told her I don't wanna fuck, but she persistent with it