Wake Up (In The Morning)
When I wake up in the morning and I open up my window
And I know that today, yeah, it's gonna be a win, yeah
So I call my homies up and we goin' to Wasaga
And we soakin' in the sun, with my feet all in the sand, yeah
Goin to Wasaga
I forgot my bag-a
Freestyle on the mic
On the beach like, "Yeah, Yeah"
Pull up in the trap and I treat her like an option (Flex, Flex)
Flippin' on the block, and they treat me with some caution
Waves wavin', Got 'em soundin' like the ocean drum
In the bedroom and I make your grand mama cum
He gon' make your grandma cum
Glizzies got a lot of them (Yeah)
I'm only with bunnies, I'm feelin' like Hugh
Bitch you know it's Yung Webz
Your girl be hittin' up my fuckin DMs, aye
I don't know what to do in this shit
Got a backyard with a pool in this bitch
Feelin' like Drake, I be movin' the switch
Got a Oscar, we be shootin' the clip
Yeah I used to be savin' them dollas
Sleepin' at Mama's, movin' them dollas
Out to Bahamas, Imma be honest, Yeah
I'm trying to make it clean
You know the crew can't promise
I be feelin' like Post, I got no options
My shit be blowin' up, I'm feelin' so poppin'
Seasons changing
Don't know if it's Autumn or not
But I feel amazing
And I wanna just be hot in the sun
Wake up
And I know that today, yeah, it's gonna be a win, yeah
So I call my homies up and we goin' to Wasaga
And we soakin' in the sun, with my feet all in the sand, yeah
Goin to Wasaga
I forgot my bag-a
Freestyle on the mic
On the beach like, "Yeah, Yeah"
Pull up in the trap and I treat her like an option (Flex, Flex)
Flippin' on the block, and they treat me with some caution
Waves wavin', Got 'em soundin' like the ocean drum
In the bedroom and I make your grand mama cum
He gon' make your grandma cum
Glizzies got a lot of them (Yeah)
I'm only with bunnies, I'm feelin' like Hugh
Bitch you know it's Yung Webz
Your girl be hittin' up my fuckin DMs, aye
I don't know what to do in this shit
Got a backyard with a pool in this bitch
Feelin' like Drake, I be movin' the switch
Got a Oscar, we be shootin' the clip
Yeah I used to be savin' them dollas
Sleepin' at Mama's, movin' them dollas
Out to Bahamas, Imma be honest, Yeah
I'm trying to make it clean
You know the crew can't promise
I be feelin' like Post, I got no options
My shit be blowin' up, I'm feelin' so poppin'
Seasons changing
Don't know if it's Autumn or not
But I feel amazing
And I wanna just be hot in the sun
Wake up
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Writer(s): Fire Octagon
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