YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Morning Lyrics

Morning Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
(D-Roc)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I know I do that thing, Louis V, Track’ Jeep, it ain’t cheap
Diamond rings, Chrome Heart, Prada me, baby, this shit cost a key
Wireless key, baby wanna fuck me, thirty rounds in a .223, don’t touch me
I just came through swervin’, turned up with it, and I’m fucked up (Oh-oh-oh)
Had her in here swerving, drinkin’, with it ’til she thrown up (Oh-oh-oh)
High in this bitch hoping mornin’ don’t come yet (Oh-oh-oh)
I wave this stick ’round and ’round ’til they run, yeah
[Verse]
If a bitch cross that line, if a bitch cross that line
I got these bitches in a line, I make ’em all drop a dime
Bitch, I had to turn that ’round, I was broke, I was down
‘Til I went and ran back up them Ms, tell that broke bitch, “You clown”
Pussy-ass nigga ain’t touching my swag, you see? (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up, I pull up a new G-Wagon, bitch, yeah, yеah (Pow, pow, pow)
Ask your nigga (Uh), tryna tell me he ain’t say nothin’
Wе can get active, nigga, fuck you, nigga
I got blue racks inside my jacket, nigga
I like McLaren ’cause it’s faster (Kick it, kick it, kick it, huh, wow, wow)
Fuck that waitin’, she gon’ take it, then I turn up, go down
Get ready, now the bitch getting on me slow
I’ma take your top off ’bout that fetti, bitch, gone, he gone
Buy designer switch for every bitch having sex in the room

[Chorus]
Bitch, you know I do that thing, Louis V, track jeep, it ain’t cheap
Diamond ring, Chrome Heart, Prada me, baby girl, this fit a key
Wireless key, baby wanna fuck me, thirty rounds in a .223, don’t touch me
Strapped up, it ain’t safe with me, hit across your face with heat (Wow-wow, wow-wow)
Make her take it then I tell her, “Go, go”
I just came through swervin’, turned up with it and I’m fucked up
Had her swerving in this bitch and drinkin’ ’til she throwin’ up
High in this bitch hoping mornin’ don’t come yet
I wave this stick ’round and ’round ’til they run, yeah
If a bitch get out of line