Lyrics Aaahhh!!! - Drew Famous

Wake up make my jawn go (Aaahhh)
Head home, roll up, hit the booth
Do it all before I even have to yawn like (Aaahhh)
This dope that I'm smoking got me buzzing
Like a choir in my head
Got the big bitches belting (Aaahhh)
Been in the building since a youth
For the love of the feeling
Hit the stage, make the children go (Aaahhh)
Swear to god I make your bitch go

Wake up in the morning, wipe the crust out my eyes
How y'all feeling on this beautiful day
Ain't gon' look behind us once
We on a cruise to vacate, like
Every day is Saturday
Ain't worried bout our latter days
I'm feeling like a Saint
Preaching like one too
I said some shit up in my page
Stuck up in my ways
It's probably time to get the fuck up out my face
Gotta stop repeating myself
And stop saying sorry for the times
That I ain't needed your help
And never asked for your statement
We was eating, when I turned my back
You ashed on my plate
I ain't too mad I'm just saying
Don't act up
Don't make me pull up in the black truck
All black matte
Don't even gotta crack my back
To back up, I'd
Flatten your Acura
If you don't step out my peripheral
Run a hater muh' fucker off the road
Make em scream (Aaahhh!)
Fuck you and your people
We ain't fucking with y'all over on our side now
Come on

Wake up make my jawn go (Aaahhh)
Head home, roll up, hit the booth
Do it all before I even have to yawn like (Aaahhh)
This dope that I'm smoking got me buzzing
Like a choir in my head
Got the big bitches belting (Aaahhh)
Been in the building since a youth
For the love of the feeling
Hit the stage, make the children go (Aaahhh)
Swear to god I make your bitch go

Why it feel like I been living on the run
Every one of us staring up at the same sun
Oh my God, every morn'
Hit the blunt before I let my day be begun
They be acting like I ain't the one
It's some fuck shit
I don't wanna pop up at your function
Double it up
I keep a hundred round drum
For anyone tryna run up and start shit
Been a star from the Star City
Try to start a draw
I pop your jaw swiftly

Wake up make my jawn go (Aaahhh)
Head home, roll up, hit the booth
Do it all before I even have to yawn like (Aaahhh)
This dope that I'm smoking got me buzzing
Like a choir in my head
Got the big bitches belting (Aaahhh)
Been in the building since a youth
For the love of the feeling
Hit the stage, make the children go (Aaahhh)
Swear to god I make your bitch go