Early Morning lyrics

[Intro: Sneakk]
Yeah, uh
Gang
Cal-A (Gang), keep it lit
Yeah

[Verse 1: Sneakk]
You know I had to kick a door and make these b*tches scream
You know you winnin' when these n*ggas wanna join the team
I had a hundred bands on me when I hit the scene
Gucci'd down, and I keep a stick in my jeans
Either you rockin' or you duckin', ain't no in-betweens
'Cause we ain't f*ckin' with them n*ggas, by any means
I pull that heater out and make that lil' n*gga freeze
When I stacked my first hundred, felt like a breeze
I copped Balencis, threw 'em away when I seen the crease
n*ggas thought they was trippin' 'til they turned up a beast
I made that chopper eat him up, it's lookin' like a feast
I know my grandpa lookin' down, I know he proud of me
Ayy, so f*ck you and them n*ggas that ever doubted me
b*tch, I do it for this R-3-A-L
n*gga, don't be actin' like you can't tell
I came up from nothin', you rode that n*gga's coattails
b*tch, I been feelin' myself, I need to be wiped down, ayy
f*ck with me wrong, then get wiped out
Get f*cked off tryna live this lifestyle
I hit her once, now she tryna be my wife now, gang
[Verse 2: KiingRod]
And you can't wipe me down
Dumb lil' b*tch slide through, pay me now
I just made a play, I just made another round
I just bought a new chopper and it make a big sound
Me and Sneakk double back, we knock a n*gga b*tch
Ridin' through our city, and that mean two sticks
How they say they love us when they ain't help us with this sh*t?
We just made another hundred, f*ck it, we ain't need a hit

[Verse 3: Sneakk]
Yeah, that lil' money used to hit
All my n*ggas on, we put our alls in this sh*t
Yeah, we put our alls in this sh*t
n*ggas started hatin' 'cause we ballin' and sh*t
I just got another play and I just touched down
Strictly Only Brothers at the top, it's us now
All a n*gga ever wanted was a bustdown
I can't f*ck with these n*ggas, no, I can't trust now

[Verse 4: KiingRod]
Can't slip up, put my all in this sh*t
Can't trust these n*ggas 'cause we ballin' and sh*t
Popped a new bottle, Belaire, don't do mix
Free my dawg, real shotta, he gon' spray in this b*tch
Heard these n*ggas trippin', bring 'em out, Scottie Pippen
I just blew another dub with my mama, count these blessings
I can never look back, I just take it as a lesson
'Cause I ain't never need a n*gga, and my daddy was a lesson, gang