Trizz & Chuuwee - Fukin Great lyrics

[Hook: Chuuwee] I woke up this morning my n***a And everything was f**ing great Finna blow a whole eighth to the face Ain't no problems over 'round this way Everything is great [Verse 1: Chuuwee] How come they say they don't understand I'm not paying no one 40 dollars for two grams Plus, I heard your homie was a fan Skinny jeans and boots cause Lil Wayne is Peter Pan Every check I keep, I cash Bet I wax that a** just like a unibrow, god damn Oh you the one who called me out like I ain't 'bout that action Find an adverb that describes the way the I handle sh**, I am b**h I am, one of the hardest n***as to pick up a pencil and pen f** your mama, f** your crew Please tell me what the f** are friends I got hella money in my pants Just three f**ing days ago, a n***a touched a band b**h I'm 'bout that guala, yes I am I give a damn about your baby daddy drama, I ain't him Long story short, my n***a all I do is win I got bongs, I got herb I got deals, I got fans [Hook] [Verse 1: Trizz] Everything is great, I'm about my cake Riding 'round in a scrape, dipping through LA Keep a weapon, I ain't stressin', I stay with protection Off safety for my safety for n***as who testin' Sip potion, slow motion, I'm smoother than lotion We the loudest in California and n***as know it We think a n***a with the feds if he ain't trying to blow it Pull a n***a G-file if he ain't trying to show it Two Swishers and a 40 from the liquor store Shooting dice with the homies, what you hittin' fo'? Lean back, hit the dro, loud indo Roll up the window, stoned with my kinfolk Hit a lick cause I ain't rich, just trying to get ahead Young n***a out for p**y, trying to get some head I don't fake for them stands, I love my f**ing fans I do all that I f**ing can, they know that I'm the f**ing man [Hook]