Early Morning Gettin' It

[Intro]

Early morning

Early morning

Early morning getting it

In the fucking kitchen

[Verse]

Early morning getting it, riding with the semi

Choppa tat your face, make you look like Stitches

Foe'nem got the pigeons, flying through my kitchen

We come through as ravens, they die when we get there

Get up, nigga, don’t sit down, I just fucked your bitch there

The category of stable, nah, I ain’t in there

I got monkey nuts, and I got hell pans

Make your jailhouse rock, base it up, Presley Elvis

Early morning coke, early morning pole

You early morning broke, I smoke early morning dope

I got early morning seats, have a early morning feast

I got late night ounces and early morning piece

Hopped in my car and turn it on 'cause I need a massage

All the pussy ass niggas, I’m a need a collage

I'm counting on rolls, picking in my nose like I'm a fucking 'tard

And I don't like smalls, everything besides my clothes gotta be a motherfucking large

Early morning pouring, foe'nem bring the dope in

I keep early morning phone calls, early morning cornballs

Hop up out that dope, they like, "Is he snorting?", nah

I think that I'm Kobe, only thing I know is ball

I think I’m Tiger Woods, all the things I know is go

I think I'm Marino, only thing I know is throw

Put me in a top ten quarterbacks of all time

I got me a sawed-off chopper, I got a me sharp .9

I got me some dumb bitches, I got me some smart ones too

Pistol '911, knock your homie down, he fall on you

You said you ain't with this shit like I spilled drink, it’s all on you

Like Snell, challenge Jordan to a game, don't make me ball on you

Take an early morning pistol too, where‘s my spine? Not feeling you

You from my class, then I'm billing you, Hilary, I'm killing you

Early morning cappin' and early morning traffic

Late night .223, early morning MAC-10

Off early morning juice, you sip early morning booze

I got late night rooms and early morning rooms

Like game play, I need early morning assists

And since I’m a asshole, I take early morning shits

I got early morning lights, late night lights

Like a baker who can’t bake, boy, your cake not right

Went and go pick up Vanessa, and I grabbed Ronda

She was too busy singing, she want me to sign her

Like the horses, I got farmers, now go set your reminder

Man, where the iron? Goblin when I'm firing

I swear this K shoot like it’s Kobe

I swear this D-E-IT shoot like Ginobilli

I got the .30, Stephen Curry

I'm here for teaching, he's here for learning