Boba Boyz Breakfast
Woke up in the morning had the pancakes stackin'
If you grabbin' plates don't let me catch you lackin'
Breaking out the eggs yeah we really snackin'
Pots and pans in my expert hands
I got the apron on, but nigga f..ck the pants
I'm cookin up a storm yeah you know that shit coming
Yolk up in the pan yeah you know that shit runnin'
Throwin' down the bacon, yeah you know that I love it
Syrup on the waffles, yeah you know you know you can trust it
Yeah that's how I start my day
Ain't no other f..cking way (yeah)
Chillin' text the bae
Check a couple movies off the list
Until that night time
Hit my girl up and I see if she can swing by
So I can hit her with them trash lines
But we just argue all night
6 am I'm still up
f..cked up
Cuz I f..cked up
And that shits tough
That's why I po' up
The syrup on waffles
Not Vodka on models
I'm lifted
Not gifted
But I try
Real shit
I'ma misfit
But that's why
Not wasteful with my time
Just white sand where I rhyme
Yeah
Happiness yeah that's mine
Yeah
Ain't nothing to it
You can tell by the signs
That I'm doing it right
Thinkin' about what you said
That vision stuck in my head
When I'm laying down in my bed (yeah)
Neon glowing from the red (yeah)
Got ya girl and she fed
Mouth still drippin' from the head
You know that I won't reply (yeah)
You ain't really worth the time (yeah)
Money go flip flap flop
Foreign whip, hot pink with the drop top
Cartel shit, yeah it don't stop
Hella money spent on the fresh fit, copped
Dope dreams gettin' money with the whole team
King Kai shit yeah nigga thas me
Cocaine sittin' on the french toast
Chillin' wit cho' girl, she gotta deep throat
Burning them grits, nigga free smoke
