Morning lyrics

[Intro]
(D-Roc)

[Chorus]
b*tch, I know I do that thing
Louis V, Track' Jeep, it ain't cheap
Diamond rings, Chrome Hearts, Prada me
Baby, this fit cost a key
Wireless key, baby wanna f*ck me
Thirty rounds in a .223, don't touch me
I just came through swervin', turned up with it and I'm f*cked up (Oh-oh-oh)
Had her in here swervin', drinkin', with it 'til she thrown up (Oh-oh-oh)
High in this b*tch, hopin' morning don't come yet (Oh-oh-oh)
I wave this stick 'round and 'round 'til they run, yeah

[Verse]
If a b*tch cross that line, if a b*tch cross that line
I got these b*tches in a line, I make 'em all drop a dime
b*tch, I had to turn that 'round, I was broke, I was down
'Til I went and ran back up them M's, tell that broke b*tch, "You clown"
pus*y-ass n*gga ain't touchin' my swag, you see? Yeah, yeah
Pull up, I pull up a new G-Wagon clean, b*tch, yеah, yeah (Pow, pow, pow)
Ask your n*gga
Tryna tell me hе ain't say nothin', we can get active, n*gga
f*ck you mean? I got blue racks inside my jacket, n*gga
I like McLaren 'cause it's faster (Kick it, kick it, kick it, huh, wow, wow)
f*ck that waitin', she gon' take it, then I tell her go, go
Got with it, now the b*tch grindin' on me slow
I'ma take your top off 'bout that fetti, b*tch, gone, he gone
Buy designer switch for every b*tch havin' sex in the room
[Chorus]
b*tch, you know I do that thing
Louis V, Track' Jeep, it ain't cheap
Diamond ring, Chrome Hearts, Prada me
Baby girl, this fit a key
Wireless keys, baby wanna f*ck me
Thirty rounds in a .223, don't touch me
Strapped up, it ain't safe with me
Hit across your face with heat (Wow-wow, wow-wow)
Make her take it, then I tell her, "Go, go"
I just came through swervin', turned up with it and I'm f*cked up
Had her swervin' in this b*tch and drinkin' 'til she thrown up
High in this b*tch, hopin' morning don't come yet
I wave this stick 'round and 'round 'til they run, yeah

[Outro]
If a b*tch get out of line