cancun

(Yeah yuh yo) (Yeah yuh yuh) (Yeah yuh yo) (Yeah yuh yuh) Woke up this morning, too fucking early Tryna get high then fly Ha, lil buddy be high off the fucking 'quilly I be pourin' that Wok Countin' bread since a jhit When I would get fucking money, put it right in my sock He wifed up that hoe but we know she a bop She slide on gang giving mop (yuh) Flew that 'lil bitch out to Cancun Buddy think he rich, we got bands too Oh he want smoke? F*ck you and your mans too Counting money but ain't 'nun I can lend you Now they say that I'm stingy wit' it When I ain't have they views they ain't really get it Pour up that drank Had to mix the pilly wit' it Mix the "For real" wit' the "Really", "Frlly", get it Huh, ha, blood in my eyes Want to talk to tough, we'll shoot 'em two times Got to fill two cups, I ain't pourin' no lie These niggas my brothers, I'm spinnin' for mine I'm talking my shit and I'm making it rhyme They saying I'm mad, it's pain in my eye Lil baby you bad, I'm making her mine Can't beef wit' no peon, that's crossing the line Can't beef wit' no peon, that mean he a bitch (woah, woah) Huh, Kiz trying to get rich Stack that bread, f*ck a 'lil hoe Get my nut, send her to the door Break that bread, made it out of dough She ain't got no bed, f*ck her on the floor Ha, you know how that go Lil buddy got laced cause he copped for the low Can't bust that bitch, she boring Beat back, take nap I'm snoring Get bucks, 'lil bitch I'm scoring NY to UK, I'm touring Get that bread, cop a foreign She give head, bitch's whoring For the gang, bitch's hoeing She a slut and you know it (Woah, woah) Woke up this morning, too fucking early Tryna get high then fly Ha, lil buddy be high off the fucking 'quilly I be pourin' that Wok Countin' bread since a jhit When I would get fucking money, put it right in my sock He wifed up that hoe but we know she a bop She slide on gang giving mop (yuh) Woke up this morning, too fucking early Tryna get high then fly Ha, lil buddy be high off the fucking 'quilly I be pourin' that Wok Countin' bread since a jhit When I would get fucking money, put it right in my sock He wifed up that hoe but we know she a bop She slide on gang giving mop (yuh) Flew that 'lil bitch out to Cancun Buddy think he rich, we got bands too Oh he want smoke? F*ck you and your mans too Counting money but ain't 'nun I can lend you Now they say that I'm stingy wit' it When I ain't have they views they ain't really get it Pour up that drank Had to mix the pilly wit' it Mix the "For real" wit' the "Really", "Frlly", get it (Yeah yuh yuh)