[Intro]
Hahahaha, yeah (Hahahaha), yeah
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Zeph Ellis

[Chorus: Park Hill]
Early morning, we be yawning (Yeah)
Fiends be calling (Yeah)
Traphouse booming (Yeah)
Yola coke sniff (Yeah)
Pour it all in (Yeah)
Got to water whip (Yeah)
Hurricane wrist (Yeah)
Trap be doing flips (Yeah)
Way off in the sticks (Yeah)
We don't pay no rent (Yeah)
Stay at Claire's crib (Yeah)
You can get it fresh off the stove that's that drip (Yeah)
How you claim you wanna make doe, but you ain't on shit (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Park Hill]
Heard he's getting bread lurk with my pole outside his crib
Wait for him then jump out the bushes, walk him in
We be smoking runtz, I put 2 grams in a spliff
My young'n smoke that ammi, keep a shank up on his hip
Shh
You know loose lips sink ships
Don't need to see no paperwork, you're a snitch
As a younger couldn't be a worker I'd burn your bridge
Gotta get your hands dirty where I live
I need all of the bands
I pull up to fiends they're looking like fans
All of them open their hands
In a hurry to open the wrap
Food done from we open the trap
One text and they're phoning me back
So glad I got rid of the pack
Cause boydem raided in the...
[Chorus: Park Hill]
Early morning, we be yawning (Yeah)
Fiends be calling (Yeah)
Traphouse booming (Yeah)
Yola coke sniff (Yeah)
Pour it all in (Yeah)
Got to water whip (Yeah)
Hurricane wrist (Yeah)
Trap be doing flips (Yeah)
Way off in the sticks (Yeah)
We don't pay no rent (Yeah)
Stay at Claire's crib (Yeah)
You can get it fresh off the stove that's that drip (Yeah)
How you claim you wanna make doe, but you ain't on shit (Yeah)

[Verse 1: M Huncho]
Weed & Cologne, (Cologne)
Louis on my hip, (my hip)
I don't look for problems, they want problems with the kid, (the kid)
When I get the bashment I just bag it and get rid, (get rid/get rich)
And I got some bruddas they're precise, they never miss, yeah, You Dig!?
Huncho speaks the truth then he goes straight off the grid
Ego to the side & I watch their one's get big
10 thousand grams, (grams)
Everything I get is monogram, (monogram)
And I owe it to the fucking grams (graams)
Baby I got no time (noo)
No time (No time)
Yeah, I got no time, no time
Yeah, I'm chasing money
[Chorus: Park Hill]
Early morning, we be yawning (Yeah)
Fiends be calling (Yeah)
Traphouse booming (Yeah)
Yola coke sniff (Yeah)
Pour it all in (Yeah)
Got to water whip (Yeah)
Hurricane wrist (Yeah)
Trap be doing flips (Yeah)
Way off in the sticks (Yeah)
We don't pay no rent (Yeah)
Stay at Claire's crib (Yeah)
You can get it fresh off the stove that's that drip (Yeah)
How you claim you wanna make doe, but you ain't on shit (Yeah)