[Intro]
Yeah man it's 5 in the f**ing morning, man
n***as f**ing sipped the f** out, throwed off and everything, man
I'm off everything right now f** it though, man
Grab another pint man, crack the seal on that b**h, man
Let's get right we got time left man
[Hook x2]
5 in the morning, n***as still mixing sodas
Whipping in the kitchen, Arm and Hammer with the yola
Sipping dirty Sprite cause I don't drink on Coca-Colas
Addicted to the Codeine and the money is what I told her
[Verse 1]
Carnot in my soda, whipping up the yola
Go and get the gloves and get the ice is what I told her
These b**hes say I'm polar but they rolling like a stroller
The inf' beam solar, I'm k**ing like Ebola
In the kitchen all day, I told you Krime Pay$
n***a I been making plays, I just served another jake
Stephen Curry with the K, I go brazy with the yay
If you owe me and my peoples money, best you n***as pray
It's too late for you to pay, I could flip you with a stray
A couple inches from a grave, still whipping yola like a slave
Made my soda change color, mix that b**h up, Mr. Clean
I just did like 20 shows but I'm still posted with the fiends
With that forty in my belt, ain't no holster on my jeans
Pull up out yo' momma block and turn it to a murder scene
It's that half a brick n***a, with a hunnit round clip
Pull up with some sh** so big, look like a hunnit pound stick
When I stand the choppa up, look like a hunnit pound b**h
Get the f** up out my face or hear a hunnit round spit
[Hook x2]
5 in the morning, n***as still mixing sodas
Whipping in the kitchen, Arm and Hammer with the yola
Sipping dirty Sprite cause I don't drink on Coca-Colas
Addicted to the Codeine and the money is what I told her
[Verse 2]
Trapper not a scammer, dabbing with the blammer
Three zips in my Fanta so my sh** a lil tanner
Clipped with the banana, grams stashed in my gramma's
Still up in the kitchen, f**ing with the Arm and Hammer
Two thousand pills same color as the sky
Whatchu smoking, whatchu sniffing, n***a I could get you high
What the f** you wanna buy, yo' plug got it for the high
I could take three hunnit off it, cook it back up to a pie
Billy gang, they down to ride, make the call and they gon' slide
Point the finger they gon' sting ya, hunnit bees come out the hive
Got a bruvva up in Heaven, got a bruvva in the can
'Fore I lose another bruvva we gon' pull up in that van
'Fore I go broke in these streets, I'ma go flip four hunnit grams
Only 20 in my Glock cause I don't want that b**h to jam
Turn yo' b**h into a fan, put her p**y in my plans
Put my pistol in her purse, I made a p**y out a man
It's like 5 in the morning, 'bouta pour another four
Think the sun 'bout to come up, but I'm still sipping pour
[Hook x2]
5 in the morning, n***as still mixing sodas
Whipping in the kitchen, Arm and Hammer with the yola
Sipping dirty Sprite cause I don't drink on Coca-Colas
Addicted to the Codeine and the money is what I told her