"6am (Remix)" lyrics

(Icey, I'm so sick of you)
Bitch, ayy

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 fifteen minutes, I won't be long
My bitch and my business, that ain't nothing you should speak on
Twistin' up in traffic with my knees on the wheel
You whippin' up and trappin', 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 sill

Migo, we done dropped G's
Nigga took a flight to the P's, graduated to the kis
I can navigate the streets with an ease
My bitch say please and my pants got a crease
Nigga, I brought sand to the beach
I'm grabbin' twenty thousand when I plan for the week
I'm talkin' real shit, they can't stand when I speak
I'ma 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 drivin' 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
If you don't want no smoke with me for real, bro, that's Ak beef
I got a thousand if you can tell me where the Act' be
If your gun ain't cost more than six, then your strap cheap
Fifty racks on me and I'm still tryna act cheap, huh
This shit can go so fast, I done seen it before
I'll kill you for some pape', 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 bitch, though
Don't gamble with your life because I'm leaving you broke
Jet lag, went to the block and fell asleep with my pole

Tap dancing on a brick in the trap, I do the most
I could up some dog shit, you know I'm keepin' a roll
I made a ten this week, I raised my glass and made a toast
Accidentally had the blick showin', now I'm deletin' my posts

You ain't got at least a hundred grand, we can't meet
Nigga finally got a hundred grams, think he Meech
See the SRT, this bitch skrrt and it's screechin'
Yeah, I'm on my way to meet my head down on Becher
Get up on these beats, talk shit like a preacher
'Fore you make a smoothie with that blender, gotta bleach it
Mm, nigga, I done seen more books than a teacher
Mm, nigga, I done seen more hoes than a pimp
Hmm, I'm a shark, you a motherfuckin' shrimp, nigga
50K cash got me we walkin' with a limp
Nigga, I done made a million cash off my wrist
You can still smell the Wockhardt in my piss
Mm, I told the ho to take a picture
Tried to teach these niggas how to do it, they ain't listen
VVSs on, you see these bitches glistenin'
Tryna pull these hundreds out my pocket, they keep rippin'

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 fifteen minutes, I won't be long
My bitch and my business, that ain't nothing you should speak on
Twistin' up in traffic with my knees on the wheel
You whippin' up and trappin', 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 sill

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
You gon' call your partner, you the middleman?
Huh?
You the middleman?
Hell nah, he know I do all that shit, though
So you the plug?
Huh?
You the plug?
I goddamn make folks, 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?
Yeah
Okay