Wake Up (feat. Dufflebagg Jefe)

I wake up my alarm ringin' Phone bammin back to back on My ass I ain't sittin' rule number One money counts Yea I stack pros Rule number two keep your Mouth closed Ain't seen my baby in a week I'm Out here Slappin' G's I don't need A key to drive pass 12 I'm speeding Soles on my feet Gucci down turnt Beaters Gettin' cloudy in the scene Smoking' on a Turtle P you gon' Hold me down Baby girl don't you Lie to me Rollin za yea this shit got me high Pour out drank for my niggas in The sky I'm on the South crackin' heads on These lines Wit yo bitch scoop her up she gon' Drive Smokin' woods stashin' pros That's my vibe F*ck a deuce bitch we pour out The pints Good smoke Yeah they know it's the best now Numbers right come and shop I'm Bless Now' Couldn't give a f*ck bout how you Feel hoe Foreal I got hitters Movin' in and out the field Hoe for real Watch him put his wrist to it look At how he Hold it he a demon Look up at the clouds wonder Where he could Be Catch a opp then you know it's on Sight, Fo I snitch I'll sit and do life Feel like Ye with these Yeezys got My stripes Feel like Virgil when I'm in this' Off white Down south out here looking' for The Spenders Drop that work mix it up in the Blender I got chicken like a farm sloppy Joe In these jeans FWM you get rich All I know is stash G's I wake up my alarm ringin' Phones bammin back to back on My ass I ain't sittin' Rule number One money counts Yea I stack pros Rule number two keep your Mouth closed Ain't seen my baby in a week I'm Out here Slappin ' G's I don't need A key to drive pass 12 I'm speeding Soles on my feet Gucci down turnt beaters Gettin' cloudy in the scene Smoking' on a Turtle P you gon' Hold me down Baby girl don't you Lie to me