By Next Morning
I'm killin it killin it
Steadily sippin it
Readily Flippin it
Feelin magnificent, yuh yuh
I practice resilience
Fuck an affiliate
Channel my feelings and
Bring out the brilliance, yuh yuh
I'm whippin it whippin it
Glock 40 hippin it
Shawty I'm dickin it
Party get lit and shit, yuh yuh
Countless my dividends
Class I was skippin it
Hand me the blunt and I'll
Be heavily hittin it, yuh yuh
I'm Beverly hillin it
Lean I be spillin it
Clean when I'm grillin shit
My team got me feelin big, yuh yuh
Schemin I'm stealin it
Pressure I'm fiendin it
Barely can see and shit
Swami I'm g-in it, yuh yuh
I'm stupid with lyrics
So fluid with steerin
Bugatti McLaren
A mighty appearance
You cheap like some clearance
I'll leave you delirious
Feelin so frivolous
Damn I keep killin it
Damn I be murderin
Bitches be stutterin
Livin like Larry
I'm living in luxury
Watch out for snakes
They be lying like perjury
Bitches are fake
They just after the currency
Stitchin up rhymes
Like a doctor gives surgery
Flip on a dime
I'ma rob em like burglary
Smoke so much weed
Like I got my own nursery
Make ya knees weak
Like a 3rd degree robbery
Bitch I'm gasser than the propane
Bakin soda like a snowmayne
She likes snow flurries of the cocaine
Take her away on the space train
Diamond piece with the gold chain
Champagne drinks make a toast mayne
Worry bout it all in the mornin
I'll forget it all by the mornin
I'll forget it all by next mornin, yuh yuh
I'll forget it all by next mornin yuh
Steadily sippin it
Readily Flippin it
Feelin magnificent, yuh yuh
I practice resilience
Fuck an affiliate
Channel my feelings and
Bring out the brilliance, yuh yuh
I'm whippin it whippin it
Glock 40 hippin it
Shawty I'm dickin it
Party get lit and shit, yuh yuh
Countless my dividends
Class I was skippin it
Hand me the blunt and I'll
Be heavily hittin it, yuh yuh
I'm Beverly hillin it
Lean I be spillin it
Clean when I'm grillin shit
My team got me feelin big, yuh yuh
Schemin I'm stealin it
Pressure I'm fiendin it
Barely can see and shit
Swami I'm g-in it, yuh yuh
I'm stupid with lyrics
So fluid with steerin
Bugatti McLaren
A mighty appearance
You cheap like some clearance
I'll leave you delirious
Feelin so frivolous
Damn I keep killin it
Damn I be murderin
Bitches be stutterin
Livin like Larry
I'm living in luxury
Watch out for snakes
They be lying like perjury
Bitches are fake
They just after the currency
Stitchin up rhymes
Like a doctor gives surgery
Flip on a dime
I'ma rob em like burglary
Smoke so much weed
Like I got my own nursery
Make ya knees weak
Like a 3rd degree robbery
Bitch I'm gasser than the propane
Bakin soda like a snowmayne
She likes snow flurries of the cocaine
Take her away on the space train
Diamond piece with the gold chain
Champagne drinks make a toast mayne
Worry bout it all in the mornin
I'll forget it all by the mornin
I'll forget it all by next mornin, yuh yuh
I'll forget it all by next mornin yuh
Credits
Writer(s): Keyur Vaidya
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