Lyrics Slide - Teeko

Wake up in the morning and put on my shine
Damn, my phone keep jumping, I don't got the time
No we ain't the same, these niggas not my kind
Gang gon stack the bread up, and we don't divide
Can't divide
All the time
Moving on the low but still ain't hard to find
Bad bitch hit my line, I might have to slide
VV's make your main hoe say "Oh Me, Oh My"

Fuck wrong with these niggas? I don't know
I just know
Tryna hop in Double R's without a note
And his main bitch tryna fuck me off some old shit that I wrote
I don't talk to spirits but you still might see me with a ghost
Butterfly, Suicides on the doors
Got no time to trust no hoe
Ex bitch got my heart on froze
I can't be on that no mo'
I'm too worried 'bout a bag
C Note, C Note, let it stack
Tryna pull up in a Jag
(Tryna pull up in a Jag)
All this money I'm chasing
Tell my momma I made it
Face on Rollies hydrated
We can't have no conversations
We ain't on the same thing
Teeko let the chain swing
They gon know the name mane
They gon know
Young lil nigga seen that foreign like I need that
Make my pockets fat like Joe but I don't lean back
Aye, wait, wait
Best believe that
Couple niggas, they go loco
They gon' squeeze that

Wake up in the morning and put on my shine
Damn, my phone keep jumping, I don't got the time
No we ain't the same, these niggas not my kind
Gang gon stack the bread up, and we don't divide
Can't divide
All the time
Moving on the low but still ain't hard to find
Bad bitch hit my line, I might have to slide
VV's make your main hoe say "Oh Me, Oh My"

In the way then we gon make em move
'Member late nights I lost track of time when I was in the stu'
I was working hard I was sleeping right outside the booth
Cuz I knew one day, where I'm resting
Right outside It'd be a coupe
I got trust issues
I can't trust these niggas, they be fu
Tell me if a nigga that you thought was real done bitched up
Couple hoes done switched up
Fuck it, I don't miss ya
See me shining, now she wanna pop that like I'm Uncle Luke
Had to put that in my brain
Guess we really ain't the same
You know me, I stay a hunnid
They don't move the way they claim
They gon change, when they see you on the Come Up like Jermaine
Man, it's Teeko
Tryna get Rico
I was never bout no games
Hard to get in touch with, always on the go
Yo girl like my shit and she say I been on the road
Me and Bop gon' be on top and do it on our own
Cuban links and Double R's yeah this the life I chose,
Life I chose, yeah

Wake up in the morning and put on my shine
Damn, my phone keep jumping, I don't got the time
No we ain't the same, these niggas not my kind
Gang gon stack the bread up, and we don't divide
Can't divide
All the time
Moving on the low but still ain't hard to find
Bad bitch hit my line, I might have to slide
VV's make your main hoe say "Oh Me, Oh My"