Grease Biratella - Early Morning Lyrics

Mamma told me follow my dreams, so I'm gone
Homie hit me wit a scheme about the cream, said it's on
Sorry baby I ain't coming home, I ain't coming home
I'll be trappin, trappin, trappin till the early morning
Mamma told me follow my dreams, so I'm gone
Homie hit me wit a scheme about the cream, said it's on
Sorry baby I ain't coming home, I ain't coming home
I'll be trappin, trappin, trappin till the early morning
Momma told me follow my dreams, so I'm gone
Homie hit me wit a scheme bout the cream, Said it's on
Got that lean if you need it, you could buy it by the zone
I got them xanz and them percs
Hit my phone if you need work
I sold coke, I sold crack, but these days that shit wack
Now it's sour by the pound
Cali flights about a stack
If I lose it I'll get it back, I'll be good and that's a fact
But you know how they say niggas wit bread don't know how to act
I hope I don't relapse, I hope I don't relapse
Living life in a Maserati, going too fast
I hope I don't crash, said I hope I don't crash
But the money keep calling me, so you know I'm gone pick up
If I fall down then I get up, never switch up, get my chips up
Mr. Biratella hoe
Mamma told me follow my dreams, so I'm gone
Homie hit me wit a scheme about the cream, said its on
Sorry baby I ain't coming home, I ain't coming home
Ill be trappin, trappin, trappin till the early morning
Mamma told me follow my dreams, so im gone
Homie hit me wit a scheme about the cream, said its on
Sorry baby i aint coming home, i aint coming home
I'll be trappin, trappin, trappin till the early morning