6 In Da Mornin lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Moses]
b*tch, thug life
Wanna real n*gga thuggin off Bud Light?
Wanna real n*gga mollied up, geeked?
The four in the Babiota suite?
501's, creesed for the guns
b*tch want a gangsta, that ain't you
Young n*ggas poppin, yell out whoop
If I say, n*gga that's you
This is what it do though
Just me and two though
Bangin' outta two-door, stackin with the Doolo
Fresh out the slammer, Blood, think he hammer
Jerry Curl Juice, caught sacks with their hand up
Straight on one, really really trippin
Had a couple hoes, think he really really pimpin
YG love, beastin' off Yurman
He up all night till 6 in the morning, n*gga

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
I'm goin' off the deep end
Still sell a lil' dope on the weekend
Got your main b*tch with me, she freaky freaky
All night, we geekin' geekin'
Till 6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin'
6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin', till 6 in da mornin'
6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin', yeah
[Verse 2: Kurupt]
Lollypop in her mouth, watch me take the lolly out
Pop this, a little juice will bring the Mally out
All she do is [?] get there
Said put it anywhere, she just love the way it feel
I know, I know, I know, I know
That b*tch is a hoe
And she can just blow
My di*k like a big wissle
I gotta stay up on my hustle
There's no way I trust hoes
Gotta keep my money game on too
While you walking on stilts, I be f*cking like Will
I will get a Jada like Will
I kill like Will, on top of my A game, dolla dolla bills
Get a Twitter follo, n*gga [?]
Shoot to kill, n*gga n*gga I will

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
I'm goin' off the deep end
Still sell a lil' dope on the weekend
Got your main b*tch with me, she freaky freaky
All night, we geekin' geekin'
Till 6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin'
6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin', till 6 in da mornin'
6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin', yeah
[Verse 3: Glasses Malone]
6, more like 7
Talking in tongues but the b*tch ain't a revrend
V12 revrend, bet she rolling
Only GT [?]
[?]holla at ma
Power in the city n*ggas think I'm hot
Work in the streets, n*ggas think I'm Rick
You cal her baby, but that's my b*tch
D Gang, that's my clique
Had side hoes like that's my sh*t
sh*t, where the tissue
You gon need them, once you get your issue
Pistol on my waist, pistol in her perse
Click click pow, n*gga hit you where it hurts
Clique dripped out, got the Blood homies with us
Never ever [?]

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
I'm goin' off the deep end
Still sell a lil' dope on the weekend
Got your main b*tch with me, she freaky freaky
All night, we geekin' geekin'
Till 6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin'
6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin', till 6 in da mornin'
6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin', yeah, yeah