by the morning Lyrics

Yeah, come on

Feel like Ian, brudda like Marshawn Lynch, run through somebody

Rolex or two tone Cartier

I'm just tryna get rich no Roddy

If I broke yo heart, I'm sorry

This a SRT not a Rarri

She wanna kick it with me like karate

I'm up in my feelings be good by the mornin'

(Yeah)

Yeah, I'll be good by the a.m.

If I hop on the beat I go ham

In a droptop coupe, I fly

Niggas hatin' I don't know why

Tell me you love me, look me in my eye

Just be real, you don't gotta lie

Think he hard, boy you not that guy

Lil' bro keep that heat, Miami

Pull up, and she take off her panties

Do this for the family, long live granny

I'm having these bars, ain't talkin' no xanny

Stop blowin' my phone, what you want?

Just leave yo message at the tone

I swear my lil' youngin' be throwed

Can't trust nobody, 'cause they fold

Swear I make it look easy

Grant yo wishes, some like a genie

Money hungry, boy I be too greedy (Yeah)

But you know I stay humble

Me and shawty, that's a royal rumble

How I'm runnin' this beat, I can't stumble

I just need my chips, no Ruffles

You play with the fam, you in trouble

Shawty lickin' me up like a sucker

Run up digits, yeah shout out to Thugger

Yeah, I be smooth like butter

Do my thing till' I'm 6 feet under

When I hit from the back, she a runner

Chains drippin' water need a plumber

Feel like Ian, brudda like Marshawn Lynch, run through somebody (Run through somebody)

Rolex or two tone Cartier (Which one?)

I'm just tryna get rich no Roddy (Rich)

If I broke yo heart, I'm sorry (My bad)

This a SRT not a Rarri (Skrrt)

She wanna kick it with me like karate

I'm up in my feelings be good by the mornin'