6AM (HITDAROAD) Lyrics

Six A.M. hit the road

Time to get the paper

Not a moment later

Big bro sauced me down

Now I'm cultivating

Shit motivated

Rental full of penalties

Smoke plenty Gs

Doc hit me with a script

Now my dirty clean

Dick make a bitch stupid

Now she got special needs

Ain't bitch pressed, to do

I got better things

Keep them racks chunky

Make sure them racks workin though

Bubble off forty blue girls

I need a overflow

They said work aint lookin good

Get it for the low

Still shake the bag

Move it for you know

A tray full of thrax

Call that bitch a bird feeder

Long as my paper straight

Petty bitch

I don't need her

Boy Just Hit me on the gram

Make sure that shit tele

Grab a seal

Twenty-five shipped out to Miami

Pay attention Short brain nigga

Its goin over heads

Fifty yams in my nuts

Bring back a roll of bread

Don't fuck with the fed talk

Shit I be grippin meds

Polo trench lab coat

Rockin fours of red

Six A.M. hit the road

Time to get the paper

Not a moment later

Big bro sauced me down

Now I'm cultivating

Shit motivated

Rental full of penalties

Smoke plenty Gs

Doc hit me with a script

Now my dirty clean

Dick make a bitch stupid

Now she got special needs

Ain't bitch pressed, to do

I got better things

We Bring 'em in

Add a few points

And let them thangs go

You don't work

Just be talkin shit

You a asshole

Been kicked cup

If it's in there

I'm bussin then

Flip just blessed me with a perc

Tell her bring a friend

I be out the way when I do shit

You be in the way

Gettin lit when yo crew hit

BOZO

My nigga sippin cream

I took two sips

Juggin in that juice world

Two lines

Got my dreams lucid