Too Good to Wake Up

Five in the mornin' 11 pm be too good to wake up

Had you next to me told you wipe off that makeup

These **** mad as hell all I love to do is count cake up

Balenciaga when I go to the mall whole room smell the fragrance

Keep it on my side go boom if you play too much

I'm smokin' good gas feel like a damn Jamaican

Yeah your baby wanna come have relations

I don't understand you baby you is dumb

(Dumb as hell)

Goin' to hell baby I don't understand you here

Take you I'll take you right down to the lair

She pullin' right down she takin' off underwear

(Fuck)

She takin' it all yeah it's way too slow

(Fuck)

Baby yeah this weed got me movin' slow

(Yes)

Whoa, whoa I'm too cold

You know what that gas got me on

I said wait wait

One of my ops"mutters"

Pull up and I'm grippin' them triggers uh -huh

I said huh it's me and you never the issue

Shorty gon' blow like a whistle I'm shootin' my shot like a clipper

On the news his face gon' be missin' his mama gon' cry

His brother gon' act like he miss him I stack it up tall Like the dishes

Shorty know this ain't no picnic I don't even care what you wishin

I'ma put you on my Christmas list but this is no wish list

Baby gon' see what you missin' I don't care what you livin

Look at my house it's a pent bitch I'm stackin' I'm countin' them digits

You know I'm really be switchin' up but not on my ****

I chill with my brothers my kin I chill with my brothers

I chill with my brothers

FFL Shit