Young Thug — Every Morning

[Intro: Young Thug] 808 Mafia Uh, uh, uh Thugger, Skooly Metro Boomin' want some more, nigga Ayy [Chorus: Young Thug] Me and Skooly count a lot of racks Me and Skooly fuck a lot of nats Nigga know young Skooly my woadie AP apology, now hold up the Rollie I wake up and do the same thing every morning Every morning, every morning, every morning I wake up and do the same thing every morning Same thing every morning, every morning, every morning [Verse 1: Young Thug] I'm Dr. Phil, I wake up, pour 4s and pop pills You know that it's real Wake up and I’m on that MTV there, look baby, show her just how I live I don't apologize with all these racks that I spent on time I don’t apologize if getting racks was ever a crime Pull up in your hoody, no coat Shoot you in the hoodie, no coat Pull that .45, no Colt Slit a nigga throat, watch him sink no boat No, I'm not a spoke, get you killed, no spoke Oops, I meant speaking, I'm slimy like deacons These nigga’s rapping for no reason All of them tattoos look cheesy, y'know what I’m saying? I'm the man, yes I am, I'm the man with the plans Yes ma'am, I'm the man on the beach I'm the man with the sand, I got these freaks Diving on me, climbing on me, vaginas on me No beer, young Skooly get them hoes up off me with the .40 [Chorus: Young Thug & Skooly] Me and Skooly count a lot of racks Me and Skooly fuck a lot of nats Nigga know young Skooly my woadie AP apology, now hold up the Rollie I wake up and do the same thing every morning Every morning, every morning, every morning I wake up and do the same thing every morning Same thing every morning, every morning, every morning [Verse 2: Skooly] Pocket full of money but my bitch doing better (Ooh, ah) The bitch bust chest, so she gotta eat checkers (Woo, ah) Got an old Rolex and a brand new bezel (Woo, ah) See, the bitch got flooded, but the mob couldn't help Thugger to the right, Skooly ride to the left We don't like snitches, keep the cops to yourself YSL on my feet, cheetah spots on my belt All this money on me, a nigga might need help Plus I'm the illest and realest young nigga you seen I take off and pull up on Thugger (Woo) My niggas not really feeling the scene We rather go count up a hunna' (Uh) Them bitches not really feeling your team They rather go fuck on my brothers (Uh) You better not let your bitch get in between Cause me and Young Thugger gon' fuck her (Uh) We turning her up, we bendin' her over, she suck like a sucker We breaking her back and sending her back, you take care of her You stupid [Chorus: Young Thug] Me and Skooly count a lot of racks Me and Skooly fuck a lot of nats Nigga know young Skooly my woadie AP apology, now hold up the Rollie I wake up and do the same thing every morning Every morning, every morning, every morning I wake up and do the same thing every morning Same thing every morning, every morning, every morning