To Tha Mornin'
To the mornin'
Aye, to the, to the mornin'
Yeah, Balance, ouu
Ouu
Stacking up all my chips
I'm with my Off-White bitch
And she rock Off-White bitch
They broke and they jealous, get off my dick
Gang can't cross, can't miss
Balling on the court, straight swish
I'm a rockstar like Kiss
Last thing they heard was "ouu"
Yeah, I'm with the gang, they can't divide us
We seen the bag that shit excite us
Aye, 'cause we been grinding to the morning
Been up since I don't know, stay scoring
'Cause I've been waves, on that go-go
They hitting me, I don't do promo
Been winning they seen this shit slo-mo
Be successful, my families motto
I'ma get it to say that I told you
They ignoring the texts now they storm you
I beat up the hooks, did a one-two
They don't know the story, bags run through
Jump off the stage
Raw caught 'em 4K trying to diss the gang
JSK ties we the troop, ooray
Out the loop, you a stray, cannot mix in my lane
If he's an opp it's a nah
Let 'em sleep, I won't sleep on the job
Frosty, wrist who would of thought
For me your girl turn to a thot
In my mind state I hold 'em
Roll em up, they ain't no one
They got to get off my shoulder
Is Balance winning? No duh
I'm gonna pop, then I smoke 'em, Dior Dior
They cannot get this swag in the store
I throw up them dollars, fall to the floor
Lavish lifestyle my moms home decor
Stacking up all my chips
I'm with my Off-White bitch
And she rock Off-White bitch
They broke and they jealous, get off my dick
Gang can't cross, can't miss
Balling on the court, straight swish
I'm a rockstar like Kiss
Last thing they heard was "ouu"
Yeah, I'm with the gang, they can't divide us
We seen the bag that shit excite us
Aye, 'cause we been grinding to the morning
Been up since I don't know, stay scoring
Get off my ass, I got money to make
Hitting your girl and she wet as a lake
Can't be too cool, man y'all are too fake
This is gods plan, man shoutout to Drake
But I'm independent
Check out my jewels, man check out these pendents
All of these opps man, I don't want friend 'em
(I don't want to be friends with none of y'all)
He with his Off-White bitch
I'm on my VLONE shit
She suck on this v-long dick
She got to swallow these kids
After that, I got to dip
This money comin' real quick
Shoutout to Balance
But I'ma hop off this shit (Damn)
I be all up in the fitting room
Put it on, yeah I got that shit on me
Shop around while I sip on that wokia
Every sip got me moving so slowly
Neiman Marcus I ball like Ginobili
And glock on my waist, gotta keep it all on me
Gang in the cut with a blick and it's lowkey
I hop in the stu', talk my shit so you know me
Hop in the cat then I skrt off
I'm swerving, I'm smacked off the muddy
I'm getting these bands and they broke off
They mad cause I'm getting this money
Louie my shades when's it's sunny
My bitch hella thick, she be shaking that dumpy
GOTENKS in this bitch, we get shmoney
My choppa the coach, make you n***** start running
Stacking up all my chips
I'm with my Off-White bitch
And she rock Off-White bitch
They broke and they jealous, get off my dick
Gang can't cross, can't miss
Balling on the court, straight swish
I'm a rockstar like Kiss
Last thing they heard was "ouu"
Yeah, I'm with the gang, they can't divide us
We seen the bag that shit excite us
Aye, 'cause we been grinding to the morning
Been up since I don't know, stay scoring
Yeah, uh, to the mornin'
Yeah, ah, to the mornin'
Stacking up all my chips
I'm wearing Off-White bitch
Hey, stack up my chips way to the mornin'
Ugh, I got these roads where I'm heading
I'm pushing, imbedded, this life got to get it
Ugh, I got the bros where I'm heading
The bros got to get it, the bros ima let in
All of these bitches been ready
These thotties been ready to fuck up my bready
I got these hits ima get it, I got the call lemme get it (Let's go! Hey!)
To the mornin, to the night, yeah
I was in the back of class with these songs I would write, yeah
Even while the teacher talking, hits came out of sight, yeah
three's on top of three's, I'm balling Jordan, feel like Mike
3003, throw them bands, fall on me
3003, in the mornings catching z's
Ugh, who am I to lie? Who, what, when or I? I got lot's of time
Time to make it mine
I've been grinding 'till the night
'Till the night
Grinding 'till the night
'Till the night
Grinding 'till the night
'Till the night
Grinding 'till the night
'Till the night
Grinding 'till the night
3003
Aye, to the, to the mornin'
Yeah, Balance, ouu
Ouu
Stacking up all my chips
I'm with my Off-White bitch
And she rock Off-White bitch
They broke and they jealous, get off my dick
Gang can't cross, can't miss
Balling on the court, straight swish
I'm a rockstar like Kiss
Last thing they heard was "ouu"
Yeah, I'm with the gang, they can't divide us
We seen the bag that shit excite us
Aye, 'cause we been grinding to the morning
Been up since I don't know, stay scoring
'Cause I've been waves, on that go-go
They hitting me, I don't do promo
Been winning they seen this shit slo-mo
Be successful, my families motto
I'ma get it to say that I told you
They ignoring the texts now they storm you
I beat up the hooks, did a one-two
They don't know the story, bags run through
Jump off the stage
Raw caught 'em 4K trying to diss the gang
JSK ties we the troop, ooray
Out the loop, you a stray, cannot mix in my lane
If he's an opp it's a nah
Let 'em sleep, I won't sleep on the job
Frosty, wrist who would of thought
For me your girl turn to a thot
In my mind state I hold 'em
Roll em up, they ain't no one
They got to get off my shoulder
Is Balance winning? No duh
I'm gonna pop, then I smoke 'em, Dior Dior
They cannot get this swag in the store
I throw up them dollars, fall to the floor
Lavish lifestyle my moms home decor
Stacking up all my chips
I'm with my Off-White bitch
And she rock Off-White bitch
They broke and they jealous, get off my dick
Gang can't cross, can't miss
Balling on the court, straight swish
I'm a rockstar like Kiss
Last thing they heard was "ouu"
Yeah, I'm with the gang, they can't divide us
We seen the bag that shit excite us
Aye, 'cause we been grinding to the morning
Been up since I don't know, stay scoring
Get off my ass, I got money to make
Hitting your girl and she wet as a lake
Can't be too cool, man y'all are too fake
This is gods plan, man shoutout to Drake
But I'm independent
Check out my jewels, man check out these pendents
All of these opps man, I don't want friend 'em
(I don't want to be friends with none of y'all)
He with his Off-White bitch
I'm on my VLONE shit
She suck on this v-long dick
She got to swallow these kids
After that, I got to dip
This money comin' real quick
Shoutout to Balance
But I'ma hop off this shit (Damn)
I be all up in the fitting room
Put it on, yeah I got that shit on me
Shop around while I sip on that wokia
Every sip got me moving so slowly
Neiman Marcus I ball like Ginobili
And glock on my waist, gotta keep it all on me
Gang in the cut with a blick and it's lowkey
I hop in the stu', talk my shit so you know me
Hop in the cat then I skrt off
I'm swerving, I'm smacked off the muddy
I'm getting these bands and they broke off
They mad cause I'm getting this money
Louie my shades when's it's sunny
My bitch hella thick, she be shaking that dumpy
GOTENKS in this bitch, we get shmoney
My choppa the coach, make you n***** start running
Stacking up all my chips
I'm with my Off-White bitch
And she rock Off-White bitch
They broke and they jealous, get off my dick
Gang can't cross, can't miss
Balling on the court, straight swish
I'm a rockstar like Kiss
Last thing they heard was "ouu"
Yeah, I'm with the gang, they can't divide us
We seen the bag that shit excite us
Aye, 'cause we been grinding to the morning
Been up since I don't know, stay scoring
Yeah, uh, to the mornin'
Yeah, ah, to the mornin'
Stacking up all my chips
I'm wearing Off-White bitch
Hey, stack up my chips way to the mornin'
Ugh, I got these roads where I'm heading
I'm pushing, imbedded, this life got to get it
Ugh, I got the bros where I'm heading
The bros got to get it, the bros ima let in
All of these bitches been ready
These thotties been ready to fuck up my bready
I got these hits ima get it, I got the call lemme get it (Let's go! Hey!)
To the mornin, to the night, yeah
I was in the back of class with these songs I would write, yeah
Even while the teacher talking, hits came out of sight, yeah
three's on top of three's, I'm balling Jordan, feel like Mike
3003, throw them bands, fall on me
3003, in the mornings catching z's
Ugh, who am I to lie? Who, what, when or I? I got lot's of time
Time to make it mine
I've been grinding 'till the night
'Till the night
Grinding 'till the night
'Till the night
Grinding 'till the night
'Till the night
Grinding 'till the night
'Till the night
Grinding 'till the night
3003
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Writer(s): Dylan Gill
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