Wake up in the morning
And i'm still broke
Too focused on the bread
I can't have hoes
Writing music in my room
Trynna go blow
So f*ck everybody
Cuz they all jokes
Skeeter gang in this bitch
And we pop shit
F*ck a diss song
Homie i got mop sticks
Bitch i always got a stick
I ain't talking hockey
And they f*ckin wit my vibe
Cuz i'm real cocky
Never had respect so i made a name
Now they fw the kid cuz i got flame
I'm just laughing at these bitches cuz they all lame
I'm on a different level we could never be the same
Posted wit tha homies that forever ima hang wit
Niggas wanna steal our swag and change it, we dangerous
Spill you on the floor we need some maintaince
Pull up and i'm leaving with the thottie that you came wit
Niggas on some soft shit
But they acting hard till i pull up wit a rocket
You stop it
Bap sack got me feeling nauseous
Gas pack got me feeling lost
So i'm cautious
I caught it
Caught the bag and now it's time to flip
Got the drip that'll f*ck your baddest bitch
Nigga i ain't playing
Drums gon get to spraying
Ion do no dating but my bitch is himilayan
Walk up in yo hood like wassgood
Nigga talk on killing me, i really wish you would
Now yo baby momma steady working on my wood
When i hit it from da back i always smoke a wood
Wood chuck would chuck wood, but he busy flipping pies
And all these bitches telling lies
But i go wit it, and show emotion to this stupid bitch
Like a nigga really new to dis
Posted wit eazy
We boutta drop some music
This bitch was easy
That lil bitch is stupid
She say that she need me
I feel like i'm cupid
Da thotties be fiening
But i just keep moving
Uh i just keep moving
Uh
Oh i just keep moving
Yeah these bitches is useless
These bitches is ruthless
New flow
New hoes
One doubles O's
Only thing i know
I gave her the dick
Now she won't let me go
I told her hop off
And i showed her the door
I'm too focused on myself
I can't give her the world
Bitch is you trippin
Hoping you ain't the type to catch feelings
Cuz i'll make you my bitch
And you know that i'm pimpin
Can't have no hoe
Be up in my business
Mo money
Mo problems
Mo stress
New bottle
New bitch on my dick
And all i hear is gobble gobble
Like real shit real shit
Me and scoomy boutta be real big real big
Like do feel me
SGE-Eazy - Wake Up (feat. Scoomy) Lyrics
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English
Wake up in the morning
And i'm still broke
Too focused on the bread
I can't have hoes
Writing music in my room
Trynna go blow
So f*ck everybody
Cuz they all jokes
Skeeter gang in this bitch
And we pop shit
F*ck a diss song
Homie i got mop sticks
Bitch i always got a stick
I ain't talking hockey
And they f*ckin wit my vibe
Cuz i'm real cocky
Never had respect so i made a name
Now they fw the kid cuz i got flame
I'm just laughing at these bitches cuz they all lame
I'm on a different level we could never be the same
Posted wit tha homies that forever ima hang wit
Niggas wanna steal our swag and change it, we dangerous
Spill you on the floor we need some maintaince
Pull up and i'm leaving with the thottie that you came wit
Niggas on some soft shit
But they acting hard till i pull up wit a rocket
You stop it
Bap sack got me feeling nauseous
Gas pack got me feeling lost
So i'm cautious
I caught it
Caught the bag and now it's time to flip
Got the drip that'll f*ck your baddest bitch
Nigga i ain't playing
Drums gon get to spraying
Ion do no dating but my bitch is himilayan
Walk up in yo hood like wassgood
Nigga talk on killing me, i really wish you would
Now yo baby momma steady working on my wood
When i hit it from da back i always smoke a wood
Wood chuck would chuck wood, but he busy flipping pies
And all these bitches telling lies
But i go wit it, and show emotion to this stupid bitch
Like a nigga really new to dis
Posted wit eazy
We boutta drop some music
This bitch was easy
That lil bitch is stupid
She say that she need me
I feel like i'm cupid
Da thotties be fiening
But i just keep moving
Uh i just keep moving
Uh
Oh i just keep moving
Yeah these bitches is useless
These bitches is ruthless
New flow
New hoes
One doubles O's
Only thing i know
I gave her the dick
Now she won't let me go
I told her hop off
And i showed her the door
I'm too focused on myself
I can't give her the world
Bitch is you trippin
Hoping you ain't the type to catch feelings
Cuz i'll make you my bitch
And you know that i'm pimpin
Can't have no hoe
Be up in my business
Mo money
Mo problems
Mo stress
New bottle
New bitch on my dick
And all i hear is gobble gobble
Like real shit real shit
Me and scoomy boutta be real big real big
Like do feel me
And i'm still broke
Too focused on the bread
I can't have hoes
Writing music in my room
Trynna go blow
So f*ck everybody
Cuz they all jokes
Skeeter gang in this bitch
And we pop shit
F*ck a diss song
Homie i got mop sticks
Bitch i always got a stick
I ain't talking hockey
And they f*ckin wit my vibe
Cuz i'm real cocky
Never had respect so i made a name
Now they fw the kid cuz i got flame
I'm just laughing at these bitches cuz they all lame
I'm on a different level we could never be the same
Posted wit tha homies that forever ima hang wit
Niggas wanna steal our swag and change it, we dangerous
Spill you on the floor we need some maintaince
Pull up and i'm leaving with the thottie that you came wit
Niggas on some soft shit
But they acting hard till i pull up wit a rocket
You stop it
Bap sack got me feeling nauseous
Gas pack got me feeling lost
So i'm cautious
I caught it
Caught the bag and now it's time to flip
Got the drip that'll f*ck your baddest bitch
Nigga i ain't playing
Drums gon get to spraying
Ion do no dating but my bitch is himilayan
Walk up in yo hood like wassgood
Nigga talk on killing me, i really wish you would
Now yo baby momma steady working on my wood
When i hit it from da back i always smoke a wood
Wood chuck would chuck wood, but he busy flipping pies
And all these bitches telling lies
But i go wit it, and show emotion to this stupid bitch
Like a nigga really new to dis
Posted wit eazy
We boutta drop some music
This bitch was easy
That lil bitch is stupid
She say that she need me
I feel like i'm cupid
Da thotties be fiening
But i just keep moving
Uh i just keep moving
Uh
Oh i just keep moving
Yeah these bitches is useless
These bitches is ruthless
New flow
New hoes
One doubles O's
Only thing i know
I gave her the dick
Now she won't let me go
I told her hop off
And i showed her the door
I'm too focused on myself
I can't give her the world
Bitch is you trippin
Hoping you ain't the type to catch feelings
Cuz i'll make you my bitch
And you know that i'm pimpin
Can't have no hoe
Be up in my business
Mo money
Mo problems
Mo stress
New bottle
New bitch on my dick
And all i hear is gobble gobble
Like real shit real shit
Me and scoomy boutta be real big real big
Like do feel me
Writer: Eli Espinoza, Hernan Bustillo
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid