Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dejaun Lamonth
Dejaun Lamonth
Songwriter
Jacorey Hunte
Jacorey Hunte
Songwriter
Keshaun Rowe
Keshaun Rowe
Songwriter

Lyrics

When I wake up Gotta get it You send a blitz, we send a message I ain't even trynna play around no more Four pockets full, up in my denim Young nigga, was starving Know how to get it Go get it Go get it, the Hardaway My wrist get to shining When they get to hating You wake up, you thinking it's broad day When I wake up Gotta get it You send a blitz, we send a message I ain't even trynna play around no more Four pockets full, up in my denim Young nigga, was starving Know how to get it Go get it Go get it, the Hardaway My wrist get to shining When they get to hating You wake up, you thinking it's broad day Cant strike no fear in me Hope that you hearing me I'm off that juice Smoking gas, watching maple leafs He caught a upper cut K'D gon f*** you up Shout Out your B****, cause I seen that her tummy tuck. Dreams of a mansion, bad bitch like Joe Hanson Got some new wheels I burn out, and test traction He want a fourtune, like I made the faction Bros gotta eat, so I pass out in fractions Got left on the 7, I thought I was capping The stu, I've been working I could of been trapping This beat like karate, the base really kicking Your shordy want me, and seen that you tripping Her P**** I'm drilling, her face get a filling These niggas need sensu's Cause who is the Krillen Get wrapped like a condom I come from the bottom These niggas be falling, like leaves and it autumn When I wake up Gotta get it You send a blitz, we send a message I ain't even trynna play around no more Four pockets full, up in my denim Young nigga, was starving Know how to get it Go get it Go get it, the Hardaway My wrist get to shining When they get to hating You wake up, you thinking it's broad day When I wake up Gotta get it You send a blitz, we send a message I ain't even trynna play around no more Four pockets full, up in my denim Young nigga, was starving Know how to get it Go get it Go get it, the Hardaway My wrist get to shining When they get to hating You wake up, you thinking it's broad day I'm catching vibes from people These niggas is lethal We had to get it the hard way I'm catching eyes from ppl These bitches are see threw They coming straight outta bat caves Don't come around we ain't tryna play I was stuck up in the hood tryna make a play It was me and bro tryna make a way No money on da table was a shitty day Running it up was the hard way I know some niggas trapping all day Running from the law tryna stay away Avoiding them sirens while these niggas hiding I seen them bullets, while them niggas dying I'm so full a pain, leaving mommas crying Stuck in the booth you see that I'm trying If we snatch ya chain They sum pretty diamonds I showed you the way I showed you the timing Made hits in the booth Showed you that I'm grinding Bitches they love me They see that I'm Shining Momma she love it She hear her son rhyming Stuck up in my ways Made her say name Now she saying grace Man I paint her face Just give me my space And stay out the way My demons they coming They coming from nothing I'm Rollin with 60's Like I'm Nipsey cousin When I wake up Gotta get it You send a blitz, we send a message I ain't even trynna play around no more Four pockets full, up in my denim Young nigga, was starving Know how to get it Go get it Go get it, the Hardaway My wrist get to shining When they get to hating You wake up, you thinking it's broad day
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