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Early Morning Trappin

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Lil' B!

Was up top early, too bad and bougie but whippin' a birdie

My cup is so dirty, your diamonds don't shine, my P .E. at 30

Pour it in a pint, that's so clean, the rims of the Bentley cost 14

Ain't doin' no talkin' to Red B, my bitch a real bitch, young nigga, we flexin'

Hey, so much green on my street like it's Grove

Made a lot of money on the road

Now they put me together for a show

Activist in my drink, I'mma pour, yeah

Like an orthodox, I'mma beat a box

Beatin' motherfuckin' socks

Daddy got a mop, shoot you like chicken pox

I've been whippin' rocks, things hit me, they sniffin' rocks

I watch whippin' rocks

I'm a trap star

Hope I don't crash through the dash in a NASCAR

It really is a fast car

It's a movie just like Pixar, movie just like Pixar

Get shot, I turn your ass to clip art

Yeah, I turn your ass to clip art

Boy, you is a retard

On a gun just like a go -kart

Make an R just like Mozart, R just like Mozart

Yeah

Early morning choppin', early morning choppin'

Early morning choppin', early morning choppin'

Early morning choppin'

Was up choppin' early

Too bad the bougie boy whippin' a birdie

My cup was so dirty

Your diamonds don't shine, my P .E. at 30

Pour in the pint, that's so clean

The rims of the Bentley cost 14

Ain't doin' no talkin' to Red B, my bitch a real bitch

I saw my screen on my street like it's gold

Made a lot of money on the road

Now they bought me a ticket for a show

I have to visit my drink, I'mma pour

Pull up with Tripp, pull up with your bitch

Put Dick in a Ken, I'm actin' a simp

You niggas in line, they ain't sentimental

AP, two -tone

She suckin' my dick when I fuck with my ice on

I'm sendin' her right home

What?

Too bad the bougie boy whippin' a birdie

My cup was so dirty

You niggas is bald, your diamonds is blurry

I'm jumpin' to 30

I don't do no cab

Rags all in the cab

They was hatin', I was rackin', stackin' and relaxin'

I was dreamin' about a hundred bands

Now I'm round and round in the Lam'

She bad and bougie, I'mma make a movie

My fuck a bitch, I don't count

I need a fan, I got served

I just might hop out the vert

She wanna hop out her skirt

That's when she pop out her purse

Was up choppin' early

Too bad the bougie boy whippin' a birdie

My cup was so dirty

Your diamonds don't shine, my P .E. at 30

Throwin' the pipe, that's so clean

The roof that I built, it cost 14

Ain't doin' no talkin' to Red B

My bitches bring bitches, young nigga, we flexin'

I saw my screen on my street like it's gold

Made a lot of money on the road

Now they put me together for a show

Activist in my drink, I'mma pour, yeah

Early Morning Trappin de Rich the Kid – Letras & Covers