GOOD MORNING

And I never felt a touch like yours Fuckin' with the slut, left me so unsure But I want her in the bloodline, did it my choice And you so fly, wanna make you sore Yeah, you remind me of me in '09 Nothing on mind, freer than the outside Yeah, the soul on fire, my time gon' fly Know you don't mind, let me start it off right Wrist so bright, uh, I look enlightened And I feel the wave flowin' through me, pretty frightening If I wasn't here today, I would've been a titan Put me in a cage, and I turned that shit to diamonds I ain't know what she could take, ripped a second hymen Every time that booty shake, feelin' it in seismic Bouncin' on Ikea frames, yeah, she hypnotizin And I wouldn't give her game, I like the way she climb it Used to be too broke for the real Became my own leader Backseat stroke, saw her soul leave out the Kia Keep three digits on the dash, where her feet at Wanted in my pants, she don't know that I could read her Yeah, I'm with my bitch, don't you flash me at the beach Sorry, lil' hoe, I see your wrist turnin' green She said she don't need a man, cause she destined for the streets Jokes on bro, gave the rollie to a treesh, god damn Every time I hop inside the booth, it's all jams And I wouldn't f*ck with my crew, it's all blams Now I got her stuck in the suicide, slammed Put her in the plans, buy that bitch a ranch Got her wet enough, she be fallin' through my hands I keep lookin' up because they callin' me again Lost a lil' weight and couldn't save me from the bands Got a lil' room, tuck a jammie in my pants Swear you nod along, just to say you understand me Saw you in the Camry, I turned it to a Banshee Havin' too much fun over heard they wanna ban me My landing was way too enchanting Think I killed a kitty, gave her CPR till I can't breathe Hold up, wait a minute, keep drinkin' me like the Fanta Took her out her mouth cause I couldn't understand her One more time, need you to bust me up on camera On camera Yo, this hoe's wilding, put my shit back in your mouth, bitch You're not stoppin' me for that Crazy, trippin' But I'ma still flick it up, never said stop I know shawty wanna lick it like she never had cock I ain't been to the salon in so long Curls with the shades, I'm lookin' like ZZ Top Yeah, need a new producer, wrote a different plot Need a green, arugula, when we off the wock Brodie talkin' too tough, wrote up to the spot Sexy like kombucha, only when it's hot Like a nasty bitch, Why she on my iPhone asking shit, She tryna eat the rich, I'm tryna beat the fish Pockets XXL, already passed the list Ask, don't tell, on my wisdom shit I wanna be a millionaire after the taxes hit I see a moonlit room in the middle of the night it's a tomb for the pussy, kill it right, yeah, Bitch, I got a whole lifetime to be a pacifist