Lil Johnnie - Early mornin lyrics

[Intro] I swear that lean so clean, man Trap Mafia, Gang I been drinkin' lean since this early mornin' Almost fell asleep with the weed burnin' Now the wanna call me since the tables turnin' They panties in a bunch, I got these pussies purrin' Swear to god that I love sh** just like this Swear to god that I love watching that lean drip Swear to God that she esaid them diamonds make her seasick I said: Baby, that's the only reason I don't eat sh**, Hold up b**h, my wrist talk like ,,Bling, bling", (Ice b**h) b**h. that's money callin', when that phone ring b**h don't say a word, you ain't gots to speak, (f** you need) Why these mo'f**ers think that they sweet Why the f** they think they sweet, Let 'em tweet This my year, rest in peace We ain't gon' eat, we 'bout to feast Sweep 'em off they feet, put it on the bible f** all my rivals, I'm in the jungle and it's all about survival Man, it's all about survival, I can do it with a blindfold They been lookin' out the blinds so much like where the blinds go? Hell do I know, You the one that's psycho Post pics up with Timbo's then last week had tent poles Man, ten toes down, stay close to the ground Don't make a peep, don't make a sound It's gon' come back around, Got K's with the Browns Stay the f** down, b**h, lay the f** down Let's get it You're here talkin' 'bout ,,tryna talk to God" , that's all I hear, man But the devil keep knockin' at my door Lately I been feelin' like they out to get me No I ain't a k**er, but, b**h, do not tempt me The ones I thought was ridin' been the ones against me The ones that's showin' love, they been the ones that spent me (Real talk) I don't think they understand my lingo, I think that the only ones that get me be the f**in' Gringos Need 'em rubber bands in my hand Pay that sh** up front and I might give yo' a** some extra grams, (extra) You just do it for the gram, f** a plan, I'm just doin' what I can to be the man Hold up, whoadie, have the sauce and ravioli I been sippin' on that quali since this mornin', got me movin' slowly Got me movin' slowly, like a roly poly Got me so damn f**in' high it's got me feelin' holy I might need a parachute to come down b**h, I'm from a city late at night you hear them chopper rounds I'm up now, no lackin' now, you try me, no backin' down You p**y boy get smacked around, roll good gas right out the pound, (Sheesh) That good gas you pump fakin' for a hood pa** Know motherf**ers that'll get your a** That lean clear like new gla** Gang Boss sh**, b**h Let's get it, Trap Mafia