Til the morning Lyrics

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And I been rappin til the morning

The way that I been feeling all these hoes been getting boring

My thoughts is deep so I been in the Stu till the sun coming

My heart she call my phone so every time I come running

I'm busy I can't stay

Don't sleep so I daydream about me ridin in a wraith

They ask me how I feel I say I feel like I' m ok

I never hide my pain I just don't know just wat I could say

These hoes be broke they takin trips to M.I.A

I be out the country takin flights whats my eta

I got dumb hoes who gettin paid whats they gpa

I want a smart hoe who work a job get paid anyway

I run it up im gettin paid so much dont look for payments

That nigga tried the gang we spin his car cant do no saving

He tweaking

Took em down we double back he know wassup

Cant take me out the gang I built for this Im one of one

Aint trippin on no drug aint leaning

Im serving bags them boys was feening

My hoe dont got no job so i come home to her she always cleaning

She smack me out my sleep

I know she mad because she caught me cheating

Like hoe just back it up and play it cool you know I got a reason

I thought you did it first

I found a rubber in yo purse

I call my momma up she know that I be hurtin

lets stick to being friends for now

Ion like to see you hurtin like lil baby bitch you know that ian perfect

I been rappin til the morning

The way that I been feeling all these hoes been getting boring

My thoughts is deep so I been in the Stu till the sun coming

My heart she call my phone so every time I come running

I'm busy I can't stay

Don't sleep so I daydream about me ridin in a wraith

They ask me how I feel I say I feel like I' m ok

I never hide my pain I just don't know just wat I should say

Damn im forever gettin paid

Im trippin on this shi I sent a raid

Got roaches in the club I walk em down like a parade

My brother down the road he send a hit I make a way

My momma worried Im running from them jakes but its ok

Bro trickin off them percs he finally made it

I told em gotta stay solid gotta take care of yo baby

Them opps tryna catch you slippin so you cant let em see you faded

Im faded in the booth thats why my songs be sounding crazy

Damn

This music its gon make me rich

Im not a menace but i swear to god I need a murder bitch

My baby cluch my gun i swear i showed her how to work that switch

We in san antonio my team we had to pop a bitch

I be havin hoes they suck me up because the dick aint fit

I go double r but not the car because im really rich

Ima change my name to tree because I always carry sticks

Bruh was talkin out his mouth these bullets be a quick fix

Take off my jacket who gon ball

Im out here with some dogs I feel the realest of em all

I treat the pussy right she steady callin me a dog

She said that she gon leave I told her this is where you fall

Dont miss me why you call

She steady accusing me like I done did that

I never tripped on you bout all them niggas at that kickback

If i pull out my fye im tryna tell yo ass to get back

Im trippin I been missing calls from prison I cant call back

My brother freedom on the way

No more 3 way calls to hoes that never got no shit to say

No more tellin me bout hoes that cheating cuz I know they fake

No more talkin bout lil G and dallas got a pending case

We finna turn it up go private plane so we can tour the states

I love you tho bruh ima hit yo ass up tommorow

Igt bet love you bro