Early Morning

[Intro]
(Marvel)

[Verse 1: Rubberband OG]
Why the fuck you flexin' with that money? You know that ain't yours (Yeah)
I done fucked around and wrecked the 'Vette, woke up and bought another (Nigga)
Paid ten bands to fix my Charger, I ain't have insurance (On God)
Same bitch you sweatin' in my DM, wanna have my children (On God)

[Interlude: Rubberband OG & ABGR Lil Cory]
Yeah
I'm a trappin' motherfucker (Yeah)
Take off

[Chorus: ABGR Lil Cory]
I'm a trappin' motherfucker, I'm up early and I'm juggin' (Juggin')
I knock the door up off the hinges, ran a hundred up in thirty days (Yeah)
All my bitches bad and natural, I ain't with that plastic shit
Yeah, I love a ghetto ratchet bitch, still gon' drive that pack for me (Yeah)
Ran it up and now I'm lit (Yeah), got hoes like, "Who is he?" (Yeah)
All my ice on, make a bitch get wet, I'm talkin' 'bout Aquafina (Yeah)
Lookin' like a goddamn freezer, boy, my wrist damn cold as fuck (Bussin')
Took off on 'em like a plane (Yeah), nigga mad I passed him up (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Rubberband OG]
You ain't a trapper, you wouldn't know what to do, I threw a brick at you (Yeah)
Sayin' what you gon' do, you just don't know I sent a blitz at you (Brrt)
They caught whoopty-woo leavin' that— and hit the stick at him (Yeah)
I don't know where my fuckin' roof went, somebody kidnapped it (Damn)
Rubberband, I been active (Yeah), you know that I been trappin' (Been trappin')
Cook that dope up, beat the pot, I hit it with a right hook (Skrrt)
Rich nigga, pulled up in that foreign and got your wife took (She gone)
All that muggin', I ain't goin' for nothin', don't get your life took (On God)
I fuck with the BBL (Yeah), long as it ain't that plastic shit (Yeah)
Boy, go get your CDL, you broke as fuck, you ain't havin' shit (You broke)
Mama asked me, "Son, why you keep dancin'?" 'Cause that pack just hit (Ooh)
I just let a junkie test the dope, he hit a backwards flip

[Chorus: ABGR Lil Cory]
I'm a trappin' motherfucker, I'm up early and I'm juggin' (Juggin')
I knock the door up off the hinges, ran a hundred up in thirty days (Yeah)
All my bitches bad and natural, I ain't with that plastic shit
Yeah, I love a ghetto ratchet bitch, still gon' drive that pack for me (Yeah)
Ran it up and now I'm lit (Yeah), got hoes like, "Who is he?" (Yeah)
All my ice on, make a bitch get wet, I'm talkin' 'bout Aquafina (Yeah)
Lookin' like a goddamn freezer, boy, my wrist damn cold as fuck (Bussin')
Took off on 'em like a plane (Yeah), nigga mad I passed him up (Yeah)