"6am" lyrics
(feat. Babyfxce E)
Icey I'm so sick of you
Aye, I'm in the kitchen and I'm cooking, it get hot when the heat on
Knee deep in the field with my cleats on
Give me 15 minutes I won't be long
My bitch is my business, that ain't nothing you should speak on
Twistin' up in traffic with my knees on the wheel
You whippin' up in traffic and got lean by the seal
If you pickin' up the pack then pay me for the bill
I was posted in the trap with the heat on the seal
Migo, we done dropped G's, nigga took a flight to the P's, graduated to the keys
I could never get the streets with the E's
My bitch say please and my pants got a crease
Nigga I brought seds to the beach, I'm grabbing 20,000 when I plan for the week
I'm talking real shit they can't stand when I speak
I might keep a shooter with me I'm the man in the street
I make all the bad bitches put they hands on they feet
Yeah
I'm like a cat every time I fall I land on my feet
And it's crazy cause the car I'm driving now got cat seats
Jumped in the rap game, scorin', check the stat sheets
Now reach under your seat, baby girl that's where the strap be
All Balenci'd down like I was starting in a track meet
You don't want no smoke with me for real bro that's AK-beef
I got the thousands, you could tell me where the Act be
If yo gun ain't cost more than 60, then your strap cheap
50 racks on me and I'm still tryna act cheap (huh)
This shit can go so fast, I done seen it before
I kill you for some paper, but I don't tweak about hoes
We ain't finna do that baby, you can keep on your clothes
I ain't got no time to fuck, but you can eat this dick though
Don't gamble wit yo life because I'm leaving you broke
Jet lag onto the block and fell asleep with my pole
Tap dancing on the brick in the trap, I do the most
I could up some dogshit, you know I'm keeping a roll
I made a 10 this week, I raised my glass, made a toast
Accidentally had the blick showin', I'm deleting my posts
I'm in the kitchen and I'm cooking, it get hot when the heat on
Knee deep in the field with my cleats on
Give me 15 minutes I won't be long
My bitch is my business, that ain't nothing you should speak on
Twistin' up in traffic with my knees on the wheel
You whippin' up in traffic and got lean by the seal
If you pickin' up the pack then pay me for the bill
I was posted in the trap with the heat on the seal
Uh, Bank of America?
Yo
I got one
You got one?
Yeah
For real
What we gon' do?
You already got an account?
Yeah
Alright, you gotta, goddamn, open that shit like, uh...
I already got an account
Oh, for real
Yeah, what you tryna do
Shit, let me call my partner
"Let me call your partner?" You the middleman?
Huh?
You the middleman?
Yeah, I'm not- he know how to do all that shit though!
So you the plug?
Huh?
You the plug?
I got them- May 4- goddamn- you feel me? Sign up for that shit, you feel me? And then...
So who the plug?
My partner, bruh!
So what do you do? You the middleman, right?
Yuh!
Ok
Aye, I'm in the kitchen and I'm cooking, it get hot when the heat on
Knee deep in the field with my cleats on
Give me 15 minutes I won't be long
My bitch is my business, that ain't nothing you should speak on
Twistin' up in traffic with my knees on the wheel
You whippin' up in traffic and got lean by the seal
If you pickin' up the pack then pay me for the bill
I was posted in the trap with the heat on the seal
Migo, we done dropped G's, nigga took a flight to the P's, graduated to the keys
I could never get the streets with the E's
My bitch say please and my pants got a crease
Nigga I brought seds to the beach, I'm grabbing 20,000 when I plan for the week
I'm talking real shit they can't stand when I speak
I might keep a shooter with me I'm the man in the street
I make all the bad bitches put they hands on they feet
Yeah
I'm like a cat every time I fall I land on my feet
And it's crazy cause the car I'm driving now got cat seats
Jumped in the rap game, scorin', check the stat sheets
Now reach under your seat, baby girl that's where the strap be
All Balenci'd down like I was starting in a track meet
You don't want no smoke with me for real bro that's AK-beef
I got the thousands, you could tell me where the Act be
If yo gun ain't cost more than 60, then your strap cheap
50 racks on me and I'm still tryna act cheap (huh)
This shit can go so fast, I done seen it before
I kill you for some paper, but I don't tweak about hoes
We ain't finna do that baby, you can keep on your clothes
I ain't got no time to fuck, but you can eat this dick though
Don't gamble wit yo life because I'm leaving you broke
Jet lag onto the block and fell asleep with my pole
Tap dancing on the brick in the trap, I do the most
I could up some dogshit, you know I'm keeping a roll
I made a 10 this week, I raised my glass, made a toast
Accidentally had the blick showin', I'm deleting my posts
I'm in the kitchen and I'm cooking, it get hot when the heat on
Knee deep in the field with my cleats on
Give me 15 minutes I won't be long
My bitch is my business, that ain't nothing you should speak on
Twistin' up in traffic with my knees on the wheel
You whippin' up in traffic and got lean by the seal
If you pickin' up the pack then pay me for the bill
I was posted in the trap with the heat on the seal
Uh, Bank of America?
Yo
I got one
You got one?
Yeah
For real
What we gon' do?
You already got an account?
Yeah
Alright, you gotta, goddamn, open that shit like, uh...
I already got an account
Oh, for real
Yeah, what you tryna do
Shit, let me call my partner
"Let me call your partner?" You the middleman?
Huh?
You the middleman?
Yeah, I'm not- he know how to do all that shit though!
So you the plug?
Huh?
You the plug?
I got them- May 4- goddamn- you feel me? Sign up for that shit, you feel me? And then...
So who the plug?
My partner, bruh!
So what do you do? You the middleman, right?
Yuh!
Ok
