letra de early morning - rubberband og
[intro]
(marvel)
[verse 1: rubberband og]
why the f-ck you flexin’ with that money? you know that ain’t yours (yeah)
i done f-cked around and wrecked the ‘vette, woke up and bought another (n-gga)
paid ten bands to fix my charger, i ain’t have insurance (on god)
same b-tch you sweatin’ in my dm, wanna have my children (on god)
[interlude: rubberband og & abgr lil cory]
yeah
i’m a trappin’ motherf-cker (yeah)
take off
[chorus: abgr lil cory]
i’m a trappin’ motherf-cker, i’m up early and i’m juggin’ (juggin’)
i knock the door up off the hinges, ran a hundred up in thirty days (yeah)
all my b-tches bad and natural, i ain’t with that plastic sh-t
yeah, i love a ghetto ratchet b-tch, still gon’ drive that pack for me (yeah)
ran it up and now i’m lit (yeah), got hoes like, “who is he?” (yeah)
all my ice on, make a b-tch get wet, i’m talkin’ ’bout aquafina (yeah)
lookin’ like a godd-mn freezer, boy, my wrist d-mn cold as f-ck (bussin’)
took off on ’em like a plane (yeah), n-gga mad i passed him up (yeah)
[verse 2: rubberband og]
you ain’t a trapper, you wouldn’t know what to do, i threw a brick at you (yeah)
sayin’ what you gon’ do, you just don’t know i sent a blitz at you (brrt)
they caught whoopty-woo leavin’ that— and hit the stick at him (yeah)
i don’t know where my f-ckin’ roof went, somebody kidnapped it (d-mn)
rubberband, i been active (yeah), you know that i been trappin’ (been trappin’)
cook that dope up, beat the pot, i hit it with a right hook (skrrt)
rich n-gga, pulled up in that foreign and got your wife took (she gone)
all that muggin’, i ain’t goin’ for nothin’, don’t get your life took (on god)
i f-ck with the bbl (yeah), long as it ain’t that plastic sh-t (yeah)
boy, go get your cdl, you broke as f-ck, you ain’t havin’ sh-t (you broke)
mama asked me, “son, why you keep dancin’?” ’cause that pack just hit (ooh)
i just let a junkie test the dope, he hit a backwards flip
[chorus: abgr lil cory]
i’m a trappin’ motherf-cker, i’m up early and i’m juggin’ (juggin’)
i knock the door up off the hinges, ran a hundred up in thirty days (yeah)
all my b-tches bad and natural, i ain’t with that plastic sh-t
yeah, i love a ghetto ratchet b-tch, still gon’ drive that pack for me (yeah)
ran it up and now i’m lit (yeah), got hoes like, “who is he?” (yeah)
all my ice on, make a b-tch get wet, i’m talkin’ ’bout aquafina (yeah)
lookin’ like a godd-mn freezer, boy, my wrist d-mn cold as f-ck (bussin’)
took off on ’em like a plane (yeah), n-gga mad i passed him up (yeah)
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