1 Morning

[Verse: Silkk the Shocker]
Woke up one morning, hangover from last night
I was drunk as fuck plus I was throwin up
And my eyes was like hella tight
Waked up out my bedroom, nigga still reaching for a sack
I hads to make me some mail, so I stepped out the door
And fore I did, I went back and grabbed my... strap
I be whipping some shit, nigga give me some shit
Nigga tripling some shit, nigga flipping some shit
You got some yayo, give it here
I triple that shit for only fifty percent
See, bitch, I be like Seven-Eleven, like the liquor store
Stop the car, dropped it out, nigga, what y'all hittin for?
Nigga, what's up? Yeah, I might, man, keep it tight, man
It be like Charles Barkley
I be hitting three-four all day in the dice game
Man, it's cool, but um, some of these niggas be faulty
Game be salty, wanna run up on me, I'ma have to toss him
See, y'all be tripping but I don't be slipping
Pop a clip in when I'm blasting ad best believe I don't be missing
It's that nigga, what's up, playa? Niggas get fucked
Player-haters get bucked, so what's up?
Bitch, it be A, B, C, D, E
Yo, the last letter be me, a straight G
I keep busters on they back, keep 'em flat that
Nigga, what's up? One-times'll try to check you, I'm at that
Woke up this morning, something didn't feel right
Look to my side 'cause I felt some thighs
Must've been the girl I met at the club last night
I had to look twice, damn, nigga, I was just like, what?
Seen some drawers on the floor, and a condom on my dick
And I knew last night I must've fucked