6 In Da Mornin

[Verse 1: Joe Moses]
Bitch, thug life
Wanna real nigga thuggin off Bud Light?
Wanna real nigga mollied up, geeked?
The four in the Babiota suite?
501's, creesed for the guns
Bitch want a gangsta, that ain't you
Young niggas poppin, yell out whoop
If I say, nigga 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, nigga

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
I'm goin' off the deep end
Still sell a lil' dope on the weekend
Got your main bitch 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 bitch is a hoe
And she can just blow
My dick 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 fucking 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, nigga [?]
Shoot to kill, nigga nigga I will

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
I'm goin' off the deep end
Still sell a lil' dope on the weekend
Got your main bitch 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 bitch ain't a revrend
V12 revrend, bet she rolling
Only GT [?]
[?]holla at ma
Power in the city niggas think I'm hot
Work in the streets, niggas think I'm Rick
You cal her baby, but that's my bitch
D Gang, that's my clique
Had side hoes like that's my shit
Shit, where the tissue
You gon need them, once you get your issue
Pistol on my waist, pistol in her perse
Click click pow, nigga 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 bitch 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