Lyrics 6 O Clock (feat. 52 Savage) - Chuck Paradi$e

If its up, then its flyin
And its never comin down (Its gone)
N***** chumps
They be jiving (Bitch)
They dont never come in town
Im from, ghost town
Murderton in case u didnt know (97Tre)
The block look like a bakery
How we be flippin dough (Flip flip)
I make it to the dinner table
For my Dish get cold (I do)
Still open shop at 12 o clock
In front the Liquor store
Fuck these stoopid hoes
Yall be lyin for no reason
Up and stuck, wit all my foes
Itz on sight like open season
Plus these niggas act like bitches
They aint stickin to the code
Might as well put on some heels
And start strippin on the pole (Bitch)
Keep it hot like a safari
Ocean drip like Calamari
Clip go boom im kamakize
Shit kickback like gun karate
Bitch im tired of the fuckery
Allergic to the bullshit (Sick)
I been stayin sucka free
Curvin all that foolishness (Skrrt)
Racing gainst the clock
I aint got time to watch ya tiktok
(I aint got no time)
When I need roll up
Only time I make a Pitstop
Dont hit my phone
Wit all that gossip
Stop the liplock (Stop it)
I rather talk to my scale
And the ziplock (What up)
I came from all across the world
And landed in ya bitch (I did)
I put in work (Splash)
On that pussy like a ten to six

Its 60 Clock (Early)
Ima run it up til I cant stop
Its 80 Clock (Workin)
I turn on my phone
And open shop
Its 10 0 Clock (Pluggin)
I call Chedda
We invest in bets and stocks
12 O Clock (Serve)
I hit the road go get the drop
Lights On (Lights On)
Lights Off (Lights Off)
Clap On (Clap clap clap)
Get clapped off n**** (Boom Boom)
Lights On (Lights On)
Lights Off (Lights Off)
Clap On (Clap clap clap)
Get clapped off (Bitch)

(52 Savage)
I hit the block at 6 O Clock
And rush that bitch like
Its a phone check
Slide up on you n*****
Just so I can see who on deck
Crept up on ya homie man
I hit him with his own tech
Earlier that morning
Hurt his momma
Took her whole check
Hit his baby mama up
So I could get some phone sex
Peep my new recruits
My n***** swift to see who on next
Fuck the coalition man
I leave you in yo own mess
Them killers get instructed
They gone hit you with the dome check
When dudes outta line
They be coming up missing (Yea)
Them be the stupid muhfuckas dont listen
Try to play with the game
Man I swear I dont get it
Release all the dogs
When I told em to sick em
Hardheaded so you out here
Takin a lickin
Them n*ggas I fuck with
Just killing forget it
All these n*ggas with me
They just got outta prison
(Aite Savage)
Lets take
All the n***** I got
Put em out there
For the checkmate
If they got some opps
Then we gone fit em
With a breastplate
And if we leave some casualties
We coming back the next day
The realest in the city (Yea)
Throw a duece
And have a blessed day

Its 60 Clock (Early)
Ima run it up til I cant stop
Its 80 Clock (Workin)
I turn on my phone
And open shop
Its 10 0 Clock (Pluggin)
I call Chedda
We invest in bets and stocks
12 O Clock (Serve)
I hit the road go get the drop
Lights On (Lights On)
Lights Off (Lights Off)
Clap On (Clap clap clap)
Get clapped off n**** (Boom Boom)
Lights On (Lights On)
Lights Off (Lights Off)
Clap On (Clap clap clap)
Get clapped off (Yea)