Morning lyrics

[Intro]
(Aye, aye, aye)

[Verse]
Pull up on us, boy you dyin'
When your bro die, don't start crying
I'm gon' bullseye, hit you in the eye man
Had that X on his head, Ken Carson
That n*gga was not Ken Carson
I'ma shoot a n*gga down if he larping
On my team, lil' n*gga, we marching
With my team, taking over like martians
When we ran up in his crib, he was runnin'
Why you runnin' out your crib, that's your crib man
Yeah I f*ck with some bloods and some crips man
But that does not mean that I gang bang
See my arch nemesis and I bang bang
Yeah, I f*cked, 69, let my nuts hang
Big ball, n*gga. I'ma go far, yeah
Who the f*ck plays golf, not me man
Take a n*gga apart, yeah, I Peter Pan
Punch him, real time, I’m lyin'
Differеnt type of fabric, linen
Pulled up to thе opp in the mornin'
I was with gang in the morning
Yeah, yeah, we shot a vid' in the morning
Yeah, yeah, we shot two vids in the morning
With that 4 and with that 6 in the morning
b*tch, I'm getting high til' the morning
b*tch, I'm getting high til' the sun down
Say they love you but, they don't wanna come around
I was down and they didn't wanna come around
When I'm up boy I better not see your face now
Had to cut n*ggas off, they done changed routes
That's why I tell you that, watch who you hang around