Trippie Redd – Early Morning Trappin lyrics

I told you, man, I told you, don't fuck with me, I told you, no fucking kids!
No, but you wouldn't listen, why, you stupid fuck, look at you now

Huh
Money way, only way, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Lil bih

Was up trappin' early
She bad and boujee but whippin' a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don't shine, my pinkie a 30
Pour up the pint, that's so clean
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam
My bitches perplexing, young nigga we flexin'

So much green on my street like it's grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me 10k for a show
Actavis in my drink I'ma pour, yeah

Like connect-the-dots
I'ma beat her box
Beatin' off her fuckin' socks
30 gotta mop, shoot you look like chicken pox
I be whippin' rocks
Fiends and me, they sniffin' rocks

I'm a trapstar, ayy
Hope I don't crash, do the dash in a NASCAR
Aye, really is a fast car
It's a movie just like Pixar, movie just like Pixar
Get shot out turn your ass to clip-art
Yeah turn you ass to clip-art, boy you is a retard
On the go just like a go-cart
Makin' art just like Mozart, art just like Mozart

Yeah
Early mornin' trappin', early mornin' trappin'
Early mornin' trappin', early mornin' trappin'
Early mornin' trappin'

Was up trappin' early
She bad and boujee but whippin' a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don't shine, my pinkie a 30
Pour up the pint, that's so clean
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam
My bitches perplexing, young nigga we flexin'

So much green on my street like it's grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me 10k for a show
Actavis in my drink I'ma pour, yeah

Pull up with Trippie
Pull off with your bitch, put dick in her kidneys
Pour Ac' and I'm sippin'
These niggas in line to get to the milli
AP two-tone, she suckin' my dick, wanna fuck wit my ice on (ice on)
She said she gon' write home (huh)
(What?) she bad and boujee but whippin' a birdie
My cup is so dirty
You niggas is fraud, your diamonds is blurry
I'm trappin' the 30

I don't do no cap
Racks all in the cabinet
They was hatin', I was rackin', stackin', and relaxin'
Dream might get a hundred bands now I'm ridin' round in the Lamb'
She bad and boujee, I'm makin' movies, might fuck a bitch on camera
I need a Fanta and got served
I might just hop out the Vert
She wanna hop out her skirt
That's when she poppin' the perc

Was up trappin' early
She bad and boujee but whippin' a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don't shine, my pinkie a 30
Pour up the pint, that's so clean
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam
My bitches perplexing, young nigga we flexin'

So much green on my street like it's grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me 10k for a show
Actavis in my drink I'ma pour, yeah