Porridge (Extended) Juice WRLD

[Intro]
Yeah, it's early as fuck in the morning
It's like some early-in-the-fuck–
Like it's on some early ass music too (Chopsquad)
Just waking up in like the 70s or something, yeah (Hahahaha)
Ah, nah, nah, nah-nah
Yeah, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah
Oh

[Chorus]
Good morning (Aww)
Woke up smokin' gas in a foreign (Aww)
I'm in Los Angeles with a bad bitch (Yeah, go)
And a savage (Yeah, go)
Got a ratchet (Yeah, go)
Let 'em have it
Pull up without warning (Skrrrt)
Sunny day but them bullets make it stormy (Yeah)
She gon' blow the whole team like porridge (Yeah)
You got lean, whatchu waiting for? Pour it, yeah

[Verse 1]
Book a flight, shе from out the country (Ayy)
Bad lil' bitch, she from Paris
Bring me somе Givenchy (Ayy)
Cocaine got her fienin', yeah (White)
Gas got me dreamin', yeah, yeah
She call me everything except sober and single, yeah
In the strip club I'm just tryna mingle, yeah
Checkin' hoes lookin' at they ring finger, yeah
Got my Gucci jacket out the dry-cleaners, yeah
Gotta stay fresh, yeah, fresh to death, yeah (Ayy)
Easy season, all four seasons
Flex-finessin' all these women
Bad bitch, fat ass, bad habits
High fashion, fabric livin' lavish
Smokin' gas I ain't never on "E" (Oh yeah)
Outer space baby, yeah I'm outta your reach (Oh yeah)
Ball like NBA, baby, yeah I'm outta your league (Oh yeah)
Fuck all night off a perky, don't get fatigued (Yeah yeah)