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---Early Morning Trappin (feat. Trippie Redd)---
--Rich The Kid--

[Intro 1: Al Pacino in Scarface]
I told you, man, I told you! Don't fuck with me! I told you, no fucking kids! No, but you wouldn't listen, why, you stupid fuck, look at you now[Intro 2: Rich The Kid]
Huh
Money way, only way, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Lil bih[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin' early?
She bad and boujee But whippin' a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don't shine, my pinkie a 30
Pour up the pint, that's so clean
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam
My bitches perplexing, young nigga we flexin'
[Post-Hook: Trippie Redd]
So much green on my street like it's grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me 10k for a show
Actavis in my drink I'ma pour, yeah[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Like I know the dots
I'ma beat her box
Beatin' off her fuckin' socks
30 gotta mop, shoot you look like chicken pox
I be whippin' rocks
Fiends and me, they sniffin' rocks
I'm a trapstar, ayy
Hope I don't crash
Do the dash in a NASCAR, ayy
Really is a fast car
It's a movie just like Pixar, movie just like Pixar
Get shot out turn your ass to clip-art
Yeah turn you ass to clip-art, boy you is a retard
On the go just like a go-cart
Makin' art just like Mozart, art just like Mozart
[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
Early mornin' trappin'
Early mornin' trappin'
Early mornin' trappin'
Early mornin' trappin'
Early mornin' trappin'[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin' early?
She bad and boujee But whippin' a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don't shine, my pinkie a 30
Pour up the pint, that's so clean
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam
My bitches perplexing, young nigga we flexin'[Post-Hook: Trippie Redd]
So much green on my street like it's grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me 10k for a show
Actavis in my drink I'ma pour, yeah[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Pull up with Trippie
Pull off with your bitch, put dick in her kidneys
More Act I'm sippin
These niggas in line to get to the milli
AP two-tone, she suckin' my dick
Wanna fuck wit my ice on (ice on)
She said she gon' write home (Huh, what)
She bad and boujee gon' whip up a birdie
My cup is so dirty
You niggas is fraud, your diamonds is blurry
I'm trappin' the 30
I don't do no cap
Racks all in the cabinet
They was hatin', I was rackin', stackin', and relaxin'
Dream might get a hunded bands
Now I'm ridin' round in the Lamb
She bad and boujee
I'm makin' movies, might fuck a bitch on camera
I need a Fanta and got served
I might just hop out the Vert
She wanna hop out her skirt
That's when she poppin' the perc[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin' early?
She bad and boujee But whippin' a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don't shine, my pinkie a 30
Pour up the pint, that's so clean
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam
My bitches perplexing, young nigga we flexin'[Post-Hook: Trippie Redd]
So much green on my street like it's grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me 10k for a show
Actavis in my drink I'ma pour, yeah
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