"6AM In Chicago" lyrics

(Stribb on the beat)
Yeah
(Run that back, Vino)
Ayy, a broke bitch make me nauseous, around my way be cautious
Around my way we stars (Uh, nigga don't brush, he floss)

Jumpin' out these cars, bitch, take off your bra
Yeah, come count that guap, yeah, niggas waitin' on the drop
Ayy, ayy, in Biscayne I was parked
Nigga, you can get game when I talk, see that big flame when I spark
Bad-ass bitch, come here (Yeah)
Real nigga of the year, yeah
These niggas under still, over stand
Airport, waitin' on baby to land
Tryin' my hardest not to fuck on my fans
Thirty shot clip, put a dent in my pants
Niggas wanna talk about hoes, I can't (Uh)
Nigga, let's talk about some of that money, maybe we can talk again
Ran into the bitch that I had a spark with and felt a spark again
I don't let my baby boy say he can't do nothin', tell him I can
I was used to high speedin' all the state troopers 'til I bought a new Benz
I was countin' money, you know Ben Frank my friend (Yeah)
Hit the bank, make a withdrawal, next day do it again
Nigga, I don't want no applause, love the bitch and all her flaws
I was big back with the dogs It was me and Savvy in the loft
Before I brush my teeth, I floss and after I brush my teeth I floss
Ayy, nigga, watch out for the big crisscross
Yeah, I was in love with the bitch, that's all
Niggas ain't real, so the love dissolve
Nigga, I'll kill for you, you my dog
Shit get hard, niggas jump like frogs and put the Trademark in the rose gold stones
Nigga, get back, you don't know me, holmes
Cook crack like when the plug at home
Make niggas wait like the plug ain't home
In the kitchen when mama was gone
It's a carat and a half in my ear, but I'm finna go solitaire
Play your cards like it's Solitaire
You know everybody solid here

You a pussy, let nigga try you
Put the Tom Ford shirts in the dryer
Back to work and build up the empire
Three strikes, but I'm not the umpire
I'm not the on my knees type of nigga
Won't clear the air, neither with you, nigga
Bump into you when I bump into you, nigga
Actin' like I did somethin' to you, nigga
These niggas act like the hoes do, hoes actin' like these niggas too
And fuck sayin' "Excuse me," I'm pushing through
And soak up this P I was pushin' too
If he hang with you, then he pussy too
A whole bunch of pussies, the pussy crew
I don't need no bitch for no pussy too
Nigga broke and he hatin', got nothin' to do
Yeah, yeah, this lil' bitch was somethin' to do (Uh)
I came from the crumbs, now I got the loaf (Got that)
Where you runnin' to? Get to clappin' at shit when we comin' through