Charlz Bartlett - Orange Lyrics

Bitch it's 6:30 in the morning
Hey, Morning
Mun got me high as f*ck in this bitch

Bitch it's 6:30 in the morning
Don't be blowing up my phone that shits annoying
White boy hitting C-notes like I'm Corbin
I mix lean in yellow Fanta 'til its orange
Gold grill I ain't talking George Forman
I just got some head I think I need some more head
Lean in yellow Fanta 'til it's orange
I mix lean in yellow Fanta 'til its orange

I just popped a UFO and now I'm soaring
I'll be turning up 'til early in the morning
Shit I'm sipping is expensive, can't afford it
Your soda overflow you don't know how to poor it
F*ck a Ford, bitch I need me a foreign
Diamonds look like Chlorine and its gorgeous
Everybody sleep in on me, hear em snoring?
I'm screaming in the kitchen while I whip like Gordon
I love orange soda, yes I do ooh
Rollin' up the Snoop and pouring up the Screw ooh
My weed sparkly homie, you be smoking poo poo
I can't even dap you up cus you be fu fu
Moms think I got a screw loose
I can't blame her, lately I been on a new groove
They gone speculate the witch craft or the voodoo
But I'm gifted since a youngin', dog that's why I got the tattoo

Bitch it's 6:30 in the morning
Don't be blowing up my phone that shits annoying
White boy hitting C-notes like I'm Corbin
I mix lean in yellow Fanta 'til its orange
Gold grill I ain't talking George Forman
I just got some head I think I need some more head
Lean in yellow Fanta 'til it's orange
I mix lean in yellow Fanta 'til its orange