Chuuwee - 8 or 9 AM: Monday Morning/CRC Assessment lyrics

[Hook] They girlfriends love me, so I'm steady in they tummy Like they late for an appointment, these b**hes saying they coming n***a getting money, no need to look at me funny On my Qualiman sh**, so these hookers jocking my Dougie [Verse 1] Booth is like a ballot box and I'm the one they checking for I'm the one that they stressing over this sh** inside my dresser drawer Fresh to d**h, fresh as sh**, and I might need and exorcist They way these b**hes heads spin from entrance when exit this impressive whip With n***as fresher, so that's why they show me extra skin That sh**'s impressive b**h I know it's bigger in the South, but keep my name up out your mouth Baby get up off of my Texas dick Above sea level when I be mic checking this Check it, f** the pressure shawty, I ain't big on that stressing sh** I just blow on that stress and piff, puff and pa**, Jetson sh** T.U.S. or vasectomy or have an*l s** with an elephant And I'm just spittin for the hell of it These hoes draw me fan signs to tell me that they love the way I ride [Hook] [Verse 2] But I don't answer calls, the ringer off Speedin down the fast lane, one way, blinkers off Promise you some of these artists really need to pause Before you n***a dropped it, I don't think you even think at all And I be moonwalking, leaning, overdosing trees Blowing Z's of indo til I feel as though I won't breathe In a comatose sleep, I'm walking in a dream Your baddest b**h to me is at least a low three Keep it G, you n***as at a stand still Your whole crew is garbage as f**, landfill Your girl P poppin on a handstand Panties drop quicker than a heavy a** anvil I am real, better yet, I am trill That's why the f** I understand why you hate it, yeah Louis bags sh**tin on your fake grills That's why I'm always ballin, even when I gotta pay the bills Go tell that ho that I'm a Trojan Even Sparta couldn't f** with me once I started blowing I'm a dog, b**h I'm all up in your walls Better keep your friends away Or there a chance that I'm gon' get up in them all, all of y'all I'm just saying, as long as you turn the drama off And make the marijuana calls and you could ride with us tomorrow b**h They girlfriends love me, so I'm steady in they tummy Like a n***a getting money, wait, f** It's too early for this sh**