[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Uh, Top of the mornin', it's very important, we pour up a four after snorin'
I get the top and she wanna record it, I never say, "No", that's boring
I pop the molly pill for real, in thirty-five minutes, we soarin'
Geeked up, my teeth twitchering gums, I'm one of them ones
I need a son, I'm tired of teaching these niggas who ain't my seed
I know I'm blood, but I get head instead whenever you bleed
Top of the mornin', babygirl, get up, get out my house
This the crib of dreams, millionaires sleep on my couch
All we really got is us, lil' brother, we all we need
Play yo' part, we'll reign supreme, just follow in my lead (Uh)
I think these nigga scared of us, brother, they gon' meet they maker
In Jamaica, twenty-some years old with twenty hoes, it's perfect
Had a purpose, since I bless the surface, obviously I'm worth it
When I'm workin', don't distract the process, let the master focus
Pay attention, all them dish out bullshit, every word is bogus
You hear me brother? I know you knew that already, I knew you know this
Still with Play-In, it's ours, show me how you sew it
How you gon' spend all yo' M's when it's yo' time? I'm curious
How I up eight whips, three cribs, four M's, and ice, and I'm broke?
That shit got me furious, niggas could be so dumb
Too meticulous, all my hoes write my name on they toes
I'm not ridiculous, very superstitious, all my cars updated
Sipped a sixth, now I feel sedated, I think my hoes related
Out in Vegas with my OG, we finna blow a baby
Spent the average amount it cost to raise a child on a Mercedes
(Damn)
[Verse 2: Draft Day & Lil Yachty]
Well, yeah, I'm back again (Damn)
I done took so many losses, took that shit right on the chin
Now they see the tables turn, bet he touch a M&M
You know that boy Draft gon' make it jump, straight up out the gym
From the concrete to the league, this shit came within
Been hittin' hoes out my league way before I hit the scene
I was just a teen, but my mind was stuck on getting cream
Can't get caught up in this shit
Whatever I want, you know I'ma go get it then
If I can't get you, I'ma get yo' twin
All these guns fit, they gon' switch like a audible
I got plays for days so you know I can keep on calling 'em
Fuck the ones that doubted, bet I'm richer than all of 'em
On my momma them, been knew I'd be a problem
By popular demand, I'm back on sand (Boot)
None of my dawgs are folded, geeked up off 2C-B (Geeked)
Off a Ecs and RP's, if he miss, 'cause he can't see (Brr)
I'm too rich to hop in that van, Get-Back-Gang got me
My ex new nigga on my dick, is he broke? Probably
I'm getting guap, might put that Wockesha in the Wasabi
Who beside me? Same niggas beside me since I wasn't cocky
Seen his lil' bitch snort a line, longer than Apaki
Last weekend, everything was purple, like my name Rocky (Yee)
Concrete Boys (Yee) man they know it's us, Double-O Gang (Yee)
Middle of the summer, I'm pullin' up in a Hummer, catch me at no signal (Bee)
Heard he had Wock' but didn't have seals, give a fuck 'bout deals
Despot supply my thrills, my brother for real
Bun B, Pimp C, imma keep it trill (Us)
Don P up in my glass, it's 'posed to bubble
In the booth and in the field I scored a double-double
Spent fifty, feeling like Kurtis, the hunnids blue like smurfs
Yeah I'm boss ass nigga, oh I know my worth
Spanish bitch she flirt, want me to choose her first
Popped a X, now she wanna rock like Uzi Vert
Gangster grills, my teeth shining, I ain't gotta floss
[Outro: Draft Day]
Us
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