6AM lyrics

[Chorus]
6 AM, I’m still smokin’, still pourin’ up
I’m still fresh as f*ck, I’m still f*ckin’ all these n*ggas’ sl*ts
I’m still rich as f*ck
I can’t get no sleep, b*tch, I’m up
I can’t get no sleep, I’m still gettin’ money, countin’ up
I can’t get no sleep, I’m off these drugs, I’m tweakin’, yeah
I can’t even sleep, I work hard, but hard ain’t never enough

[Verse 1]
Huh, check out my b*tch, she bad, huh, check out her butt
Huh, check out my motherf*ckin’ swag, huh, check out this stuff
Yeah, check out my brand new bag, baby, it’s Balenciaga
Yeah, check out the big ass blunt I rolled up, this sh*t here stuffed
I’m in a backseat, black truck, windows tinted, yeah
Every time I see some fans, I’mma roll my window down
I got hoes tryna come around, pullin’ they panties down
Every time I make a song, the 808s so f*ckin’ loud
Stick go blow, what’s that sound?
We outside, shootin’ out with the opps right now
I got the three hundred blackout ARP, this b*tch would knock you down
Ain’t no young n*gga that smoke more weed than me in a week, I blow a pound
My shoes a forty-four, European size, and it costs a couple pounds
My b*tches all hunnids, they not tens, matter fact, they thousands
How much I spent this month? I couldn’t even tell you, it’s more than a couple thousands
[Bridge]
I got some blue hunnids stuffed in my trousers
I got some purple Wock stuffed in my bag right now
Every time I wanna pour up, baby, I gotta sit down
‘Cause I ain’t tryna spill no drank, nah, not right now
This b*tch ass so f*ckin’ fat, this sh*t here outstanding
And her pus*y so damn wet, I think I’m drownin’

[Verse 2]
Oh, your weed loud? n*gga, my weed louder
You think you a boss? n*gga, you better sit down, bruh
I like to move in silence, I don’t even like to make a sound
I’ve been eatin’ salads, I’ve been countin’ up green right now
I’ve been f*ckin’ on all different types of freaks right now
I’ve been seein’ all different things right now
Trippin’, b*tch, I’m seein’ different things right now
I’m richer than your main n*gga, you should leave him now
You trippin’, b*tch, if you think you can’t get what you want right now
Yeah, I walk in the jeweler, put cash on the table, then I’m walkin’ out
With a brand new chain
And a brand new ring
And some brand new bracelets
And a brand new pair of earrings, I could cool off Satan
n*ggas always tryna tell me sh*t, I just tell ’em, “Save it”
You shouldn’t ain’t even try and spend your money like this, boy, you better save it
I spend a n*gga whole life daily
What I spend on clothes would probably get a n*gga dead somewhere, maybe
What I did to them hoes, I’m all up in they head, yeah, they miss me
You don’t even know who I am, baby, yeah, I’m different