Till The Morning ft. Hoggy. Lyrics

Uh, yeah

K-Baller

(Ay yo Traze you run it up)

I miss the days that never got boring

Cruising down the highway, i-8 flooring

Money didn't matter, we was all scoring

Chillin with the homies, crazy, till the morning

Now those days are gone

We said fare long

But we got the memories to put em in a song

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, too bad we on

So sad we on

So sad, we gone

Yeah I'm about to put em on

Anything for my bros, yeah, anything they want

Yeah I'm about to cook em up, with the sauce (Sauce)

I don't think you can talk, cause buddy you just lost

And anytime you about to buy something, you gotta check the cost

And I'm sorry for flexing so much, but you know my wrist on frost

I miss the days that never got boring

Cruising down the highway, i-8 flooring

Money didn't matter, we was all scoring

Chillin' with the homies, crazy, till the morning

Now those days are gone

We said fare long

But we got the memories to put em in a song

Come through when it's roaring

All them boys is boring

Me and the team we soaring

Just bought a watch this morning

I ain't gon lie, you ain't even my type

But its aight

Do what I like

The morning or night

Flexing aight

Don't let me drip on em, sauce, oh

I want the diamonds, and I want Dior

When I walk in, ima buy the whole store

Ran out of 1s, go get me some more

Running up piles, on piles on the floor

I know you wanna talk, but can you just stop?

I know you flexing, but you don't got opps

You talk all that shit, but you don't got rocks

You got that basic fit, with Nike socks

Ay, you got that bitch, type will wear Nike socks

Pulled up on that bitch, she pulled up with crocks

I don't wanna fuck, but I do want the top

I don't even talk, she start giving me slop

This bitch, now she screaming, she riding the bed

I pull up and cut my heart out, in the edge

The bitch wanna fuck, I'm just fucking her (Ay)

Riding this wave

Me and slut, slut, yeah we going insane

Fucking on her butt, now she giving me brain

I know that once were done, I'll go to the grave

I know that my secrets won't let out, like yeah

But its no ones fault, who am I to complain

Just throw all these feelings in the back of this plane

Mm, mm

Yeah, I'm about to ride

I'm gonna fuck on her side

Boyfriend just tossing these highs

I don't want a bitch, gonna sit here and lie

I don't want a girl, gonna sit here and cry

She sucks on my dick, and I nut in her eye

I did it on purpose, I did it on accident

After I nut she said "what the fuck happened" then

Keep getting mad cause I was so fucking passionate

Talking my shit now, fuck on a bitch now

I said "I'm getting money" she like "bitch how"

Pushing these Ps, but I don't even know now

I'm about to fuck on twenty bitches run down

Pass the tequila, beat about to go blow down

I don't even know what the fuck going on now

Shit, I don't even know what the fuck going on now

I miss the days that never got boring

Cruising down the highway, i-8 flooring

Money didn't matter, we was all scoring

Chillin' with the homies, crazy, till the morning

Now those days are gone

We said fare long

But we got the memories to put em in a song