Till the Morning (feat. Hoggy.)
Uh, yeah
K-Baller
(Ay yo Traze you run it up)
I miss the days that never got boring
Cruising down the highway, i-8 flooring
Money didn't matter, we was all scoring
Chillin with the homies, crazy, till the morning
Now those days are gone
We said fare long
But we got the memories to put em in a song
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, too bad we on
So sad we on
So sad, we gone
Yeah I'm about to put em on
Anything for my bros, yeah, anything they want
Yeah I'm about to cook em up, with the sauce (Sauce)
I don't think you can talk, cause buddy you just lost
And anytime you about to buy something, you gotta check the cost
And I'm sorry for flexing so much, but you know my wrist on frost
I miss the days that never got boring
Cruising down the highway, i-8 flooring
Money didn't matter, we was all scoring
Chillin' with the homies, crazy, till the morning
Now those days are gone
We said fare long
But we got the memories to put em in a song
Come through when it's roaring
All them boys is boring
Me and the team we soaring
Just bought a watch this morning
I ain't gon lie, you ain't even my type
But its aight
Do what I like
The morning or night
Flexing aight
Don't let me drip on em, sauce, oh
I want the diamonds, and I want Dior
When I walk in, ima buy the whole store
Ran out of 1s, go get me some more
Running up piles, on piles on the floor
I know you wanna talk, but can you just stop?
I know you flexing, but you don't got opps
You talk all that shit, but you don't got rocks
You got that basic fit, with Nike socks
Ay, you got that bitch, type will wear Nike socks
Pulled up on that bitch, she pulled up with crocks
I don't wanna fuck, but I do want the top
I don't even talk, she start giving me slop
This bitch, now she screaming, she riding the bed
I pull up and cut my heart out, in the edge
The bitch wanna fuck, I'm just fucking her (Ay)
Riding this wave
Me and slut, slut, yeah we going insane
Fucking on her butt, now she giving me brain
I know that once were done, I'll go to the grave
I know that my secrets won't let out, like yeah
But its no ones fault, who am I to complain
Just throw all these feelings in the back of this plane
Mm, mm
Yeah, I'm about to ride
I'm gonna fuck on her side
Boyfriend just tossing these highs
I don't want a bitch, gonna sit here and lie
I don't want a girl, gonna sit here and cry
She sucks on my dick, and I nut in her eye
I did it on purpose, I did it on accident
After I nut she said "what the fuck happened" then
Keep getting mad cause I was so fucking passionate
Talking my shit now, fuck on a bitch now
I said "I'm getting money" she like "bitch how"
Pushing these Ps, but I don't even know now
I'm about to fuck on twenty bitches run down
Pass the tequila, beat about to go blow down
I don't even know what the fuck going on now
Shit, I don't even know what the fuck going on now
I miss the days that never got boring
Cruising down the highway, i-8 flooring
Money didn't matter, we was all scoring
Chillin' with the homies, crazy, till the morning
Now those days are gone
We said fare long
But we got the memories to put em in a song
K-Baller
(Ay yo Traze you run it up)
I miss the days that never got boring
Cruising down the highway, i-8 flooring
Money didn't matter, we was all scoring
Chillin with the homies, crazy, till the morning
Now those days are gone
We said fare long
But we got the memories to put em in a song
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, too bad we on
So sad we on
So sad, we gone
Yeah I'm about to put em on
Anything for my bros, yeah, anything they want
Yeah I'm about to cook em up, with the sauce (Sauce)
I don't think you can talk, cause buddy you just lost
And anytime you about to buy something, you gotta check the cost
And I'm sorry for flexing so much, but you know my wrist on frost
I miss the days that never got boring
Cruising down the highway, i-8 flooring
Money didn't matter, we was all scoring
Chillin' with the homies, crazy, till the morning
Now those days are gone
We said fare long
But we got the memories to put em in a song
Come through when it's roaring
All them boys is boring
Me and the team we soaring
Just bought a watch this morning
I ain't gon lie, you ain't even my type
But its aight
Do what I like
The morning or night
Flexing aight
Don't let me drip on em, sauce, oh
I want the diamonds, and I want Dior
When I walk in, ima buy the whole store
Ran out of 1s, go get me some more
Running up piles, on piles on the floor
I know you wanna talk, but can you just stop?
I know you flexing, but you don't got opps
You talk all that shit, but you don't got rocks
You got that basic fit, with Nike socks
Ay, you got that bitch, type will wear Nike socks
Pulled up on that bitch, she pulled up with crocks
I don't wanna fuck, but I do want the top
I don't even talk, she start giving me slop
This bitch, now she screaming, she riding the bed
I pull up and cut my heart out, in the edge
The bitch wanna fuck, I'm just fucking her (Ay)
Riding this wave
Me and slut, slut, yeah we going insane
Fucking on her butt, now she giving me brain
I know that once were done, I'll go to the grave
I know that my secrets won't let out, like yeah
But its no ones fault, who am I to complain
Just throw all these feelings in the back of this plane
Mm, mm
Yeah, I'm about to ride
I'm gonna fuck on her side
Boyfriend just tossing these highs
I don't want a bitch, gonna sit here and lie
I don't want a girl, gonna sit here and cry
She sucks on my dick, and I nut in her eye
I did it on purpose, I did it on accident
After I nut she said "what the fuck happened" then
Keep getting mad cause I was so fucking passionate
Talking my shit now, fuck on a bitch now
I said "I'm getting money" she like "bitch how"
Pushing these Ps, but I don't even know now
I'm about to fuck on twenty bitches run down
Pass the tequila, beat about to go blow down
I don't even know what the fuck going on now
Shit, I don't even know what the fuck going on now
I miss the days that never got boring
Cruising down the highway, i-8 flooring
Money didn't matter, we was all scoring
Chillin' with the homies, crazy, till the morning
Now those days are gone
We said fare long
But we got the memories to put em in a song
Credits
Writer(s): Kaleb Barnes
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