Every morning when I...Every...Look, look...Every morning when I take a *, my feet layin' on some Gucci rugsPop out with my thugsWhat's crackin' cuz?Smokin' butter like some Thomas SchubertIt's okay if the first one misses, we got switches42 on the big way sittin' and I throw his bitch ass for fishesWe got opps and we got bitchesWe got thugas, we got glizzardsBitch, I'm kickin' down that donut while I ain't askin' for permissionWe got opps and we got bitchesWe got thugas, we got glizzardsBitch, I'm kickin' down that donut while I ain't askin' for permissionReady to redemption, let's have us a do the clipLook like a ruler, but I'm out of schoolI been short of the scene and I'm changin' the moodThey be like OT, how do you do that?I lift the cutter, make her move backGive me a pistol, I'm too fatFight it, I'm not tryin' to do thatMade the whip go vroom and leave it flatTake a trip out of Mexico, why need me trouble at all?Johnny Depp on the scene, I'ma let it blowMake his body spin just like a miracleGot me tonked up just like a cerealDeep in that water just like Nemo* side, * gone deepThought she blow me up like C4One load of clip and I'll reloadI'm Texas, man, that moon never changeSmokin', sippin', drank, I'm hoggin' linesIn the wild, buy the frameWatch them mailbox swing, hit him where he thinkWith that big ol' thingBe crackin' with the gang, I'll hit his thingI'ma make him hit the height, then I'm grippin' on the grainEvery mornin' when I take a sipMy feet land on some Gucci rugsPop out with my thugsWhat's crackin', cuz?Smoked butter like some TunaShoot it, it's okay if the first one missesWe got switches42 on the big way sittin'I throw his bitch ass in fishersWe got opps and we got bitchesWe got thugas, we got glizzardsBitch, I'm kickin' down that donut while I ain't askin' for permissionWe got opps and we got bitchesWe got thugas, we got glizzardsBitch, I'm kickin' down that donut while I ain't askin' for permissionI'ma get out, work this blicky like I'm PostalIt's by any meansNiggas say they gangsta and they naughtyDon't be what it seemsAss shot, no leg shotWeigh head shot, face MaybellineI don't give a * about who they withI build, we clear the sceneClick the switch and get rid of thisI call it pipe em upI done lost my feelings for bitchesBut still gon' bust em upI auction off my hoesI * the baddies with they tummies tuckedNiggas steady hatin'It ain't major, they ain't movin' noneThere's reasons why they hatin'If they not mean you ain't doin' noneI done told the bros when I get hotWe gon' put twenty upAnd I ain't talkin' bandsI'm talkin' totsBut you can work for usBut you gotta be kin to these threesSo you can't thug with usI told emAnd I ain't gotta say this * againI'm controllin'Everything that's out here comin' from my mansWhen they blow itI'ma stand on all my businessLike I'm Postal when I'm trollin'And all these niggas dyin' if we slidin' on they hoesAnd when I take a sipMy feet land on some Gucci rubsPop out with my thugsWhat's crackin' cuz?Smoked butter like some Thomas SchroederIt's okay who the first one missesWe got switches42 on the big way sittin'And I throw his bitch ass with fishesWe got opps and we got bitchesWe got thugas, we got glizzardsBitch, I'm kickin' down that donutWhy I ain't askin' for permission?We got opps and we got bitchesWe got thugas, we got glizzardsBitch, I'm kickin' down that donutWhy I ain't askin' for permission?
