6pm Lyrics

Hol' up

From the dome

Uh uh ohhhhh

Wake up

Wake up

Wake up

Wake up

(Huh)

Early in the morning, gotta get them bands

I love when racks all in my hands

I love when racks stuffed in my pants

I got these pants straight from France

Yea, hol' up

I'm bouta go up

These niggas, they making me sick

I'm bouta throw up

Ridin' around in a foreign, bouta do donuts

All of my niggas they scorin'

Yea they be poled up

(Yea)

These niggas be mad as fuck cause these niggas be broke

Can't fuck with that bitch ass nigga, that nigga he a joke

Can't fuck with that thot ass whore, that bih, cause she a hoe

And I'm tryna get racks up, yea I'm tryna get that dough

I show so much love, don't know how you can't

Can't fuck with you bitch nigga, you can't be my manz

Can't hang with you lil nigga if it's not bout bands

Better go check your thot ass hoe cause she got an onlyfans

Uh uh, switch up flow

Ouu yea, me and my bro

Yea, gettin them racks

Uh yea, pull up in Rolls

Yea, tryna pull up in that Rolls yea, pull up in Ghost

Yea, and you know lil Johnny do the most

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