[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
READ MORE ABOUT YUNG BOOKE
