​its 6am lyrics

[Intro: CHRIST DILLINGER & Lil Darkie]
Should I come in right now, before the beat drops?
Nah, I think its lit
So when It drops?
Yeah
(Oh my god, they killed Kenny, you bast*rds!)

[Verse: CHRIST DILLINGER & Lil Darkie]
I walk in this b*tch like Jacy King
Shoot up your home, I don't care 'bout no kids
Nut on her face, I ain't having no kids
I just came outta jail n*gga, I did a bid
I just came outta jail, I been eating that spread
Shoot out your head until it turn red
I cannot be happy til' my ops are dead
You talk to the cops, I don't speak to no feds
I shoot at that n*gga, I spin on his block
Dominican shorty, she suckin' my c*ck
n*gga talkin' 'bout me then you know he got popped
Shoot a pus*y ass n*gga like I am a cop
I been whippin' that crack I been sellin' them rocks
I got 3 rocks in both of my socks
I will murder that n*gga as soon as he talks
If his father is with him, I'll murder his pops
I hop in the coupe while you hop on thе bus
Got a Glock on my hip, know a b*tch I can't trust
He was talkin' down on us, now he is dust
Brand new Yeezys on n*gga you not onе of us
Brand new Yeezys on n*gga that you cannot have
I been gettin' that sh*t that you make in a lab
n*ggas be rappin' like that sh*t a fad
b*tch n*gga stop rappin', yo rappin' is bad
I just f*cked on yo' b*tch now I'm smokin' a fag
I'm a real ass n*gga, I get in my bag
Louis V chancletas I hop in the Jag'
Got more money last year than that b*tch n*gga's dad
I just bought dinner for somebody's mom
Chinese n*gga get hit with a Gong
All of your money is short but my money is long
In Louisiana, I'm eatin' some prawn
I'm smoking the blunt, I don't f*ck with no bong
That b*tch ass is so fat that I can't see the thong
That b*tch ass is so fat that it really feels wrong
Me and Christ Dillinger makin' a song
I ride on yo' block with that silly ass beat
Got that rick on my balls, Double C on my feet
Yo' b*tch on OF sellin' pictures of feet
n*gga why are you lettin' her sell pictures of feet?
My money stacked tall, it stand like 10 feet
Just left Louis V, spent a check on my feet
n*gga, why is yo' neck underneath my feet?
If you were my op you would meet with defeat
DMing me mad, I won't sell him a feat
I just f*ck on yo' b*tch and I nut on her feet
Oh you steppin' to us? That is a feat
Yeah that n*gga is dancin' I shot at his feet
I might make six figures rappin' off beat
Pull up with a gun n*gga I do not tweak
Oh you lookin for clout? I don't got a seat
I'm a Indian n*gga but I'm not a Sikh
Got a Louis V rib on I look like a Sheik
Seen you out with yo' b*tch n*gga that b*tch is weak
I've been smoking marijuana you know it reek
Yeah she suckin' my feet 'cause that b*tch a freak
She better hit a lick if she wanna eat
These diamonds they dance on my neck and my teeth
In Maison Margiela I'm smokin' a leaf
She suckin' my di*k through my Supreme briefs
I'm shooting that n*gga his life is real brief
YouTube to mp3, I ain't pay for this beat
YouTube to mp3, I am a thief
YouTube to mp4, I am a criminal
Run up a check, I do it habitual
Rup up a check, you doin' it minimal
I get off a jet f*ck yo b*tch it's a ritual
You flying economy n*gga that's pitiful
I'm flying first class n*gga I got money
I look at yo' fit... bummy
b*tch I shoot at the ops while it is still sunny
Had to beat up the op 'cause he made my eggs runny