Bad Morning

[Intro]

(I need to speak to Mike Laury)

(Yeah, you got Mike Laury)

(Dubba-AA flex)

(Winning lottery numbers coming up)

[Chorus]

I can't quit at all, at all

I ain't hurt (I ain't hurt, nigga) at all, at all

On my soul, at all, at all

Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my bros (This is the sound)

[Post-Chorus]

Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go

Ten M's up, nigga, let's go

He a dreadhead, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store

On three different drugs tryna take away my pain, but it's still gon' flow

Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope

[Verse 1]

On the highway, out the window, do somethin'

Need it my way, bam, bam, shoot somethin'

He a head hunter rude boy, trust nothin'

She got a nice round bum, but can't pay her nothin'

Do a hit real sick, it be cold the wholе summer

I can't figure how she comin', I'ma givе her to my mama

Any minute, I'ma cut a nigga, knowin' I'ma slime him

Everything goin' bad, you can trust him, still time him

Niggas steady reppin', we be shootin' at the bitch

Sound of the stick goin' boom when it hit

Sound of the smoke, real loud when it's lit

Still let it off with a crowd in the midst

Black card, matte stick, I'm it

Don't pick die if you try one trick

Right gang, but she say, "Wrong bitch"

Young rich nigga, he done took the wrong fix

Overdose, can't shake back, no

Harbor freight, get the jack from the store

White trace, that's a whole lotta snow

Ridin' bumpin' Kirk with a .30 and a pole

With a young bitch, she don't want me, it's vivid

But I don't need her hand when I'm runnin' up Benji's

Real deal business, this real Blood business

Really spill those, dead bodies in the trenches

Real slime, that was my partner for a minute

Contract from my brother when them hollows got up in it

Dodgin' bullets in the car when them shottas sent them in it

All praise to Allah, one was dead in less than sixty

We gon' burn them forensics, leave 'em dead if he miss it

Should have aimed when you shot it, don't fuck with my bodies

I'ma foreign my engine, take luxury narcotics

Why they cookin'? I'm watchin', die protectin' that body

Through the house, the aroma, it cover the closet

I don't say that ain't it, but I still wan' cop it

I'ma flood out this bitch to whoever come cop it

Police ran in this bitch, no one say nothin' about it

I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better with my life, but take narcotics with my life

Collect these bodies with your life, send it to the Most Highest

Nigga showin' off, got it took when he got it

Nigga ran off, tell me what you doin' 'bout it?

You don't know off the dome shit, can't write

With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight

Bullets started playin' 'round with tension, got focused

Got another pack rolled up, he gon' smoke it

Ten grand, twenty grand, all night scope

We're up all day high, we're up all day slow

[Chorus]

I can't quit at all, at all

I ain't hurt at all, at all

On my soul, at all, at all

Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my bros

[Post-Chorus]

Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go

Ten M's up, nigga, let's go

He a dreadhead, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store

On three different drugs tryna take away my pain, but it's still gon' flow

Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope

[Verse 2]

Herm steady talkin' 'bout, "Top, just let me shoot him," no

I can't teach a nigga shit, I can make it out him

I ain't need no tutor, been advanced for the road

Doped up, two or three tools, doin' shows

Forty on my teeth and two hundred for my pole

Three hundred for my car, extra sneeze for the nose

I be runnin' to the money soon as it reach my phone

I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better with my life, but take narcotics with my life

Collect these bodies with your life, send it to the Most Highest

Nigga showin' off, got it took when he got it

Nigga ran off, tell me what you doin' 'bout it?

You don't know off the dome shit, can't write

With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight

[Chorus]

I can't quit (Quit) at all, at all

I ain't hurt (I ain't hurt) at all, at all

On my soul, at all, at all

Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my bros

[Post-Chorus]

Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go

Ten M's up, nigga, let's go

He a dreadhead, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store (This is the sound)

On three different drugs tryna take away my pain, but it's still gon' flow

Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope