6am in Philly

[Intro]
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Yeah, stackin' and I'm starvin', same 'fit for a week
You better watch what niggas sayin', niggas get killed for them tweets
Faceshot, yeah, I'm the one that put the bag on his head
Niggas should've played it cool, now it's bad for your mans
Bitch blow up off my name, I need half of the bread
I need half of the cheese, I need half of the bank
Bitch, I was busy out of town, how the fuck am I to blame?
Your brother died and you the one that left him hangin'? What a shame
I keep tryna tell myself to stop thuggin', but I can't
And my Oakland niggas throwin' fours, that's why I poured up in a drink
I need them all-blue bills, I give a fuck about no fame
Bitch, I'm an SOB nigga, give a fuck about your gang
Step back and shoot this bitch from the corner like I'm Dame
Or I'll pull up on his ass and drop forty like I'm Steph
Nigga think he fuckin' with me, what the fuck? He off the meth?
Bitch head so good, I almost fucked around and wrecked
You always askin' for the blunt, lil' nigga, you a pest
Heard he was talkin' out his neck, but he won't say it with his chest
I wake up and get fresh, but I still'll make a mess
Bitch keep thinkin' I'ma chase her, bitch, you ain't even a catch
And I can't argue with no nigga, tell that nigga go and step
I put that money where my mouth is and they still ain't want no bet
Nigga, run it up, run it up, goddamn, I'm out of breath
That bitch gon' jam up anyway, why you got beam up on the TEC?
Nigga put a beam on his TEC like that bitch ain't gon' jam
Damn, I had to get it out the mud, was eatin' tuna from the can
A part of me be like "I can't," other side be like "I can"
Brodie fresh up out that slam, don't get your stupid ass slammed
Thinkin' I'm a walkin' lick, you a stupid-ass man
Yeah, broke-ass nigga, get your funds up
I hit the hood tryna motivate, I show the thugs love
Nigga, stop lyin' to them hoes, you ain't done nothin'
Bitch wasn't talkin' 'bout a bag, so I hung up
Bitch wasn't talkin' 'bout shit, so I blocked her
Yeah, bitch wanna kick it with DaBoii like it's soccer
Yeah, bitch tried to set the play on me, I'ma sock her
Bro, me and brodie been hit your bitch, what you got, third?
Niggas always talkin' 'bout what you gon' do, no, you not, nerd

[Interlude: DaBoii]
Tahaha
Nerd-ass nigga
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
I could've got the nigga gone, he should be thankful that I spared him
How the fuck can I lose? All the shit that I'm inheritin'
Heard you don't ride for your gang, man, you lil' niggas embarrassing, on the gang, nigga

[Outro: DaBoii]
Yeah, yeah
The fuck wrong with these niggas? Uh
Yeah, yeah
Don't even wanna do no song with these niggas, on the gang, nigga
Yeah, on the gang, nigga
Yeah, yeah, you know where we hang, nigga
Yeah, yeah, you know what I claim, nigga
You know what we bang, nigga
SOB the gang, nigga, bitch