Lil' Johnnie Early Mornin' Lyrics

[Intro]
I swear that lean so clean, man
Trap Mafia, Gang

I been drinkin' lean since this early mornin'
Almost fell asleep with the weed burnin'
Now the wanna call me since the tables turnin'
They panties in a bunch, I got these pussies purrin'
Swear to god that I love shit just like this
Swear to god that I love watching that lean drip
Swear to God that she esaid them diamonds make her seasick
I said: Baby, that's the only reason I don't eat shit, Hold up
Bitch, my wrist talk like ,,Bling, bling", (Ice bitch)
Bitch. that's money callin', when that phone ring
Bitch don't say a word, you ain't gots to speak, (f*ck you need)
Why these mo'f*ckers think that they sweet
Why the f*ck they think they sweet, Let 'em tweet
This my year, rest in peace
We ain't gon' eat, we 'bout to feast
Sweep 'em off they feet, put it on the bible
f*ck all my rivals, I'm in the jungle and it's all about survival
Man, it's all about survival, I can do it with a blindfold
They been lookin' out the blinds so much like where the blinds go?
Hell do I know, You the one that's psycho
Post pics up with Timbo's then last week had tent poles
Man, ten toes down, stay close to the ground
Don't make a peep, don't make a sound
It's gon' come back around, Got K's with the Browns
Stay the f*ck down, Bitch, lay the f*ck down Let's get it

You're here talkin' 'bout ,,tryna talk to God" , that's all I hear, man
But the devil keep knockin' at my door

Lately I been feelin' like they out to get me
No I ain't a killer, but, bitch, do not tempt me
The ones I thought was ridin' been the ones against me
The ones that's showin' love, they been the ones that spent me
(Real talk)
I don't think they understand my lingo, I think that the only ones that get me be the f*ckin' Gringos
Need 'em rubber bands in my hand
Pay that shit up front and I might give yo' ass some extra grams, (extra)
You just do it for the gram, f*ck a plan, I'm just doin' what I can to be the man
Hold up, whoadie, have the sauce and ravioli
I been sippin' on that quali since this mornin', got me movin' slowly
Got me movin' slowly, like a roly poly
Got me so damn f*ckin' high it's got me feelin' holy
I might need a parachute to come down
Bitch, I'm from a city late at night you hear them chopper rounds
I'm up now, no lackin' now, you try me, no backin' down
You p*ssy boy get smacked around, roll good gas right out the pound, (Sheesh)
That good gas you pump fakin' for a hood pass
Know motherf*ckers that'll get your ass
That lean clear like new glass
Gang
Boss shit, bitch
Let's get it, Trap Mafia