Early Morning Trappin

I told you, man, I told you Don't fuck with me I told you, no fucking kids No, but you wouldn't listen, why, you stupid fuck, look at you now Huh Money way, only way, y'know what I'm sayin' Lil bitch Chorus: Rich The Kid Was up trappin' early early She bad and boujee but whippin' a birdie My cup is so dirty what Your diamonds don't shine, my pinky a 30 Pour up the pint, that's so clean so clean The rims of the Bentley cost 14 Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam red beam My bitches perplexin', young nigga, we flexin' Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd Yeeeeahhhh So much green on my street like it's Grove Made a lot of money on the road Now they book me, 10K for a show Actavis in my drink, I'ma pour, yeah Verse 1: Trippie Redd Like unorthodox I'ma beat her box, beatin' off her fuckin' socks 30 got a mop, shoot you, look like chicken pox I be whippin' rocks, fiends and me, they sniffin' rocks I'm a trapstar, ayy Hope I don't crash, do the dash in a NASCAR, it really is a fast car It's a movie just like Pixar, movie just like Pixar Get shot out, turn your ass to clip-art Yeah, turn you ass to clip-art Boy, you is a retard, on the go just like a go-kart Makin' art just like Mozart, art just like Mozart Bridge: Trippie Redd Yeeeeahhhh Early mornin' trappin' Early mornin' trappin' Early mornin' trappin' Early mornin' trappin' Early mornin' trappin' Chorus: Rich The Kid Was up trappin' early early She bad and boujee but whippin' a birdie My cup is so dirty what Your diamonds don't shine, my pinky a 30 Pour up the pint, that's so clean so clean The rims of the Bentley cost 14 Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam red beam My bitches perplexin', young nigga, we flexin' Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd Yeeeeahhhh So much green on my street like it's Grove Made a lot of money on the road Now they book me, 10K for a show Actavis in my drink, I'ma pour, yeah Verse 2: Rich The Kid Pull up with Trippie, pull off with your bitch, put dick in her kidneys yeah More Act' in the Simply, whese niggas in line to get to the milli' whoa AP two-tone, she suckin' my dick, wanna fuck wit my ice on ice on I'm sendin' her right home Huh, what She bad and boujee, gon' whip up a birdie My cup is so dirty lean You niggas is fraud, your diamonds is blurry I'm trappin' the 30 30 I don't do no cap'n cap'n Racks all in the cabinet racks They was hatin', I was rackin', stackin' and relaxin' Dream might get a hundred bands, now I'm ridin' 'round in the Lamb She bad and boujee, I'm makin' movies, might fuck a bitch on cam I need a Fanta, got syrup syrup, I might just hop out the Vert She wanna hop out her skirt, that's when she poppin' the Perc' Chorus: Rich The Kid Was up trappin' early early She bad and boujee but whippin' a birdie My cup is so dirty what Your diamonds don't shine, my pinky a 30 Pour up the pint, that's so clean so clean The rims of the Bentley cost 14 Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam red beam My bitches perplexin', young nigga we flexin' Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd Yeeeeahhhh So much green on my street like it's grove Made a lot of money on the road Now they book me, 10K for a show Actavis in my drink, I'ma pour, yeah