Morning Thoughts 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