Every morning when I- Every-, look, look Every morning when I take a shit, my feet land on some Gucci Rugs Pop out with my thugs, what's cracking, cause? Smoke buddy like some bud Tell my shooter, "It's okay, the first one misses, we got switches" 42 Wallaby way, Sydney, I thought his bitch-ass was fishes We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission Red Dead Redemption, let's have us a dual clip Look like a ruler but I'm up out of school I been studying the scene and I'm changing the mood They be like, "OT, how do you do, that?" I lift the clutter make it move back Keep me a pistol, I'm too fat Fighting, I'm not tryna do that Betty Wick go vroom and leave 'em flat Take a trip outta Mexico, why they be tourin' Johnny Depp on the scene, I'ma let it blow Make his body spin, just like a Mary go Got me turnt up just like a stereo He deep in that water, just like Nemo She say she gon' deep throat, she blow me up like C4 Unload the clip, then I reload I'm Texas Made, that won't never change Smokin', sippin' drank, I'm hogging lanes Anywhere body frame, watch them elbows swing Hit 'em where he thank, with that big ol' thing Big crackin' with the gang, I hit a stain I'ma make 'em hit the "Hey", then I'm grippin' on the grain Every morning when I take a shit, my feet land on some Gucci Rugs Pop out with my thugs, what's cracking, cause? Smoke buddy like some bud Tell my shooter, "It's okay, the first one misses, we got switches" 42 Wallaby way, Sydney, I thought his bitch-ass was fishes We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's (Oh) Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission (Yeah, yeah) We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's (Come on) Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission (KD, shut the fuck up) I'ma get out work (Baow, baowe, baow, baow) this blicky like I'm 'pose to It's by any means Niggas say they gangster and they not, it don't be what it seems (No, it don't) Ass shot, no leg shot Wait, headshot, face Maybelline (Oh, grrr) I don't give a fuck 'bout who they with (Ayy), I bet we clear the scene (K shit) Click the switch and good riddance, I call it "Pipe 'em up" (Come on, let's go) I done lost my feelings for bitches, but still gon' buss 'em up (Come on) I auction off my hoes, I fuck the baddies with they tummies tuck (Bitch, come on) Niggas steady hating, it ain't major, they ain't moving nothin' (Niggas' opps) It's reasons why they hating, it they not, mean you ain't doin' nothin' (Niggas' hoes) I done told the bros when I get hot, we gon' put twenty up (Bitch, when I get hot) And I ain't talkin' bands, I'm talkin' tops, bitch, you can work for us (Come on, let's go) But you gotta be keen to these streets (Ayy, ayy) or you can't thug with us (KD) I told 'em and I ain't gotta say the shit again (I ain't gotta say it again) I'm controlling everything that's comin' from my mans When they blow it (When they do it) I'ma stand on all my business like I'm 'pose to when I'm trolling (And I'm slidin') And all these niggas dying (Come on, come on) if we sliding on they homies Every morning when I take a shit, my feet land on some Gucci Rugs Pop out with my thugs, what's cracking, cause? Smoke buddy like some bud Tell my shooter, "It's okay, the first one misses, we got switches" 42 Wallaby way, Sydney, I thought his bitch-ass was fishes We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission