Early Morning - Park Hill, M Huncho

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Zeph Ellis

Early morning, we be yawning (Yeah)

Fiends be calling (Yeah)

Traphouse booming (Yeah)

Yola coke sniff (Yeah)

Pour it all in (Yeah)

Got to water whip (Yeah)

Hurricane wrist (Yeah)

Trap be doing flips (Yeah)

Way off in the sticks (Yeah)

We don’t pay no rent (Yeah)

Stay at Claire’s crib (Yeah)

You can get it fresh off the stove that’s that drip (Yeah)

How you claim you wanna make doe, but you ain’t on shit (Yeah)

Heard he’s getting bread lurk with my pole outside his crib

Wait for him then jump out the bushes, walk him in

We be smoking runtz, I put 2 grams in a spliff

My young’n smoke that ammi, keep a shank up on his hip

Shh

You know loose lips sink ships

Don’t need to see no paperwork, you’re a snitch

As a younger couldn’t be a worker I’d burn your bridge

Gotta get your hands dirty where I live

I need all of the bands

I pull up to fiends they’re looking like fans

All of them open their hands

In a hurry to open the wrap

Food done from we open the trap

One text and they’re phoning me back

So glad I got rid of the pack

Cause boydem raided in the…