
Morning Thoughts Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Where my opps at?
It get cold in the field where my hot pack?
Kickback on the k thought I got shot back
Tell lil cuz call lil bro bring them chops back
Man that nigga owe me ten bring them rocks back
When it come to them chips I get a lotta that
How much money for his breathe I might cop that
White man can't, jump the white I serve got hops jack
In between them lines all a nigga know is kill
Shoutout Skilla imma jack son like I'm Phil
Mari strapped up in the alley that shit real
Me Tate Bryce and three bitches in the field
I hop right in that pickup truck I'm dumping out the raptor
12 got me in that one room I'm a great actor
I put money on him he a cheese head he a packer
Baby drake not for stunts but it's still the fear factor
These niggas love to talk shit anytime I'm not around
Fuck that nigga buck he ain't got no bitches nigga how that sound?
I let off like 30 rounds you ain't hear it not a sound
Don't ask me bout yo bitch I prolly hit her or I seen her around
My Nina hop down on niggas man that bitch really a mac
I got a barbie bitch she see the bread and turn into a brat
Man just let me do my job and y'all worry about them hats
Where my opps at?
It get cold in the field where my hot pack?
Kickback on the k thought I got shot back
Tell lil cuz call lil bro bring them chops back
Man that nigga owe me 10 bring them rocks back
When it come to them chips I get a lotta that
How much money for his breathe I might cop that
White man can't, jump the white I serve got hops jack