eight in the morning Lyrics

I just needed time

You wasn't tryna listen

Baby you been on my mind

It's so sad that I'm distant

I get the bands off the muscle

And no I'm talking resistance

These niggas don't wanna tussle

I'll take them out of existence

I just needed time

You wasn't tryna listen

Baby you been on my mind

It's so sad that I'm distant

I get the bands off the muscle

And no I'm talking resistance

These niggas don't wanna tussle

I'll take them out of existence

These niggas ain't on shit

I had to tell them to stop

These niggas on my dick

Cause I'm everything that they not

I really want me a Maybach

I might take it off the lot

I can't keep selling all these drugs

The block really getting to hot

Nigga you know I got guap

Been had it since young

Imma real hard knock

They used to say they ain't fuck with my music

Now they gone wait for the drop

All of these bitches be so damn amusing

I don't want none of you thots

Bitch I just came for the head

I cannot give you no back shots

Go close that back door

Some of your friends be the biggest of opps

My Glock really a whore

So many bodies and it's nonstop

Promise I ain't scared of no one

He run up on me that nigga get dropped

The fact he ran up he a bold one

Now that boy under my feet and he rot

Damn why the beat stop

I'm tryna stay with the pace

He up in my face, he meeting this Glock

He play with me get erased

We up on the board

And that nigga chalked

You all niggas sipping on tris

I don't do that

I like wok

If imma shoot I don't miss

But not like Tupac

You won't walk

She gone blow me a kiss

I'll blow one back

Never said which lips

She gone give me a gift

Imma star on top

But no Christmas

My money tall Yao Ming

I think you can guess just how rich

I really feel like a dean

The way that I can get you dismissed

And ain't nobody gone miss

All of my watches glist

My diamonds just always been yellow canary

I think that's why they pissed

My bottoms is red just like my name Mary

My nigga I'm bloody as shit

Just like I'm playing w bums

Imma carry that nigga

Not 5, but 6

And she wanna take a pic

Oh I got fans and shit

Why this bitch keep touching on my we we

Are we in France and shit?

Nigga keep grabbing the blunt and chiefing

Are we in Kansas bitch

I really need all my chicken

Popeyes, ain't no cans in this

But you know Cam in this

And Cam really do not miss

You know this song really doing good so how about I just diss

Yea that nigga Dray is a bitch

How the fuck you fat as shit

I'll smack your mother, your father, your brother if I get the chance lil bitch

Any other nigga want some smoke

My nigga I'm cancerous

Put that bitch up and tote

Don't think you can handle this

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