6am

Icey, I'm so sick of you

Bitch

Aye, I'm in the kitchen and I'm cookin', it get hot when the heat on

Knee-deep in the field with my cleats on

Give me fifteen minutes, I won't be long

My bitch and my business, that ain't nothin' you should speak on

Twistin' up in traffic with my knees on the wheel

You whippin' up in traffic and got lean by the seal

If you pickin' up the pack, then pay me for the bill

I was posted in the trap with the heat on the sill

Migo, we done dropped Gs

**** took a flight to the Ps, graduated to the keys

I can navigate the streets with an ease

My bitch say please and my pants got a crease

****, I brought sand to the beach

I'm grabbin' twenty thousand when I plan for the week

I'm talkin' real shit, they can't stand when I speak

I'ma keep a shooter with me, I'm the man in the street

I make all the bad bitches put they hands on they feet

Yeah, I'm like a cat, every time I fall, I land on my feet

And it's crazy 'cause the car I'm drivin' now got 'Cat seats

Jumped in the rap game scorin', check the stat sheets

Now reach under your seat, baby girl, that's where the strap be

All Balenci'd down like I was startin' in a track meet

You don't want no smoke with me for real, bro, that's act beef

I got a thousand if you can tell me where the Act' be

If yo' gun ain't cost more than six, then your strap cheap

Fifty racks on me and I'm still tryna act cheap

This shit can go so fast, I done seen it before

I'll kill you for some pape', but I don't tweak about hoes

We ain't finna do that, baby, you can keep on your clothes

I ain't got no time to fuck, but you can eat this dick though

Don't gamble with yo' life because I'm leaving you broke

Jet lag, went to the block and fell asleep with my pole

Tap dancin' on a brick in the trap, I do the most

I could up some dog shit, you know I'm keepin' a roll

I made a ten this week, I raised my glass and made a toast

Accidentally had the blick showin', now I'm deletin' my posts

I'm in the kitchen and I'm cookin', it get hot when the heat on

Knee-deep in the field with my cleats on

Give me fifteen minutes, I won't be long

My bitch and my business, that ain't nothin' you should speak on

Twistin' up in traffic with my knees on the wheel

You whippin' up in traffic and got lean by the seal

If you pickin' up the pack, then pay me for the bill

I was posted in the trap with the heat on the sill

Uh, Bank of America?

Yo

I got one

You got one?

Yeah

For real?

What we gon' do?

You already got an account?

Yeah

Alright, you gotta goddamn open that shit like, uh

I already got an account

Oh, for real?

Yeah, what you tryna do?

Shit, let me call my partner

"Let me call your partner," You the middleman?

Huh?

You the middleman?

Hell nah, he know how to do all that shit though

So you the plug?

Huh?

You the plug?

I goddamn make folks, goddamn, you feel me? Sign up for that shit, you feel me?

So who the plug?

And then, my partner, bruh

So what do you do? You the middleman, right?

Yeah, yuh

Okay