Big Yavo, Lil CraccRocc - Up Early lyrics

[Big Yavo, Lil CraccRocc - Up Early lyrics]

(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav) skrrt
Uh skrrt, skrrt, uh
This bitch come on so crazy
What it is, one in the morning? Ayy

Say I don't drink alcohol
But I stay in the cut
Freak bitch let me feel on her butt, ayy
She know I'm a king like Tut
You niggas sweet like candy
I'm smoking on Runtz
A nigga ran through a ten
It ain't been a whole month
She wanna kick it with
Yay, told her, "Bitch, i don't punt"
I be up early in the morning
Feel like a croissant
Up early with my wrist in the pan like eggs

I slide on a bike, my nigga ride like pegs
No Clay, but this cougar be givin' me meds
Man, these niggas be throwin'
Shade like sheds
Lotta niggas was eatin' 'fore they
Went to the feds
Lil' bitch stay on her knees
I don't think she got legs
Ayy, hit from the back with my Glock
It's in reach
Ayy, bankroll fat, shit nice, it's neat
Two cups, shit red and yellow
Kansas City Chiefs
I'm catchin' plays in Auburn
Feel like Sharife
His trap on E, his life ain't easy
I ride with Dracs, feel like Lil Weezy
Pull up in Demon, beefin' with deacon
Trap smart like Marcus, my shoe from Neiman
Got the bitch droppin'
Mater, I'm drippin', mcQueenin'
Fat Joe my cup, shit leaning
Keepin' up with Big Yay, bitch
You must be dreamin'

Say I don't drink alcohol
But I stay in the cut
Freak bitch let me feel on her butt, ayy
She know I'm a king like Tut
You niggas sweet like candy
I'm smoking on Runtz
A nigga ran through a ten
It ain't been a whole month
She wanna kick it with
Yay, told her, "Bitch, i don't punt"
I be up early in the morning
Feel like a croissant
Up early with my wrist in the pan like eggs

Thick bitch, she a dog, she a dumb-ass mutt
Hit from the back with my thumb in her butt
My drank is a movie, shit color purple
I'm geeked up like Urkel, yeah
I'm with some steppers and
We lightin' 'em up
Turn 'em to 'za and we rollin' 'em up
Treat sticks like clippers
'cause we touchin' 'em up
This bitch wanna fuck 'cause she
Know that I'm up
You play with my top and I'm filling you up
You play with my top and I sleep on the bunk
Eight balls in the trap, might dunk
Lil CraccRocc, I hit a nigga like Tonk, ayy
I'm guru, I'm chosen, I'm up, ayy
On Perkies and Addys, I'm up, ayy
Hit the bitch two times, I flunked, ayy
And I hate niggas like Trump, on God

Say I don't drink alcohol
But I stay in the cut
Freak bitch let me feel on her butt, ayy
She know I'm a king like Tut
You niggas sweet like candy
I'm smoking on Runtz
A nigga ran through a ten
It ain't been a whole month
She wanna kick it with
Yay, told her, "Bitch, i don't punt" ayy
I be up early in the morning
Feel like a croissant
Up early with my wrist in the pan like eggs
Say I don't drink alcohol
But I stay in the cut
Freak bitch let me feel on her butt, ayy
She know I'm a king like Tut
You niggas sweet like candy
I'm smoking on Runtz
A nigga ran through a ten
It ain't been a whole month
She wanna kick it with
Yay, told her, "Bitch, i don't punt"
I be up early in the morning
Feel like a croissant
Up early with my wrist in the pan like eggs

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