K Camp - 6PM on Lyric lyrics

[Verse 1] Smoking blunts at the mansion tryna figure it out Caught you rap n***as still tryna figure me out Yeah we witness it too and we dishing it out Still fussing with my ex, what you b**hing about? I'm the n***a got 2 motherf**ers turnt off something Riding down Lyric Ave, good head in the Hummer Why your favourite artist tryna dip up in my bag? I know I'm coming with the wave know you boys can't have But look, the lil sh** ain't nothing to me, I love the pressure Stack of 100s and gold wrappers still on the dresser Louis luggage for bad b**hes that wanna swim Snapchat me that p**y b**h, I'm one of them Steady working, I never move if it ain't worth it Clocked in from 10 AM to 11:30 Shawty said she wanna f**, pa**ed her to the buddy If it ain't hand in my cup, then that b**h muddy These n***as tryna slow me down, oh no f** that, got a joint at winners circle, shout out KD Steph Curry with the shot, please don't play me Draymond and my dog, Monday AOD Bring the hoe back to Lyric, never check IDs Packed up tut down, smoking that OG Shawty pop what you want, please don't OD [Verse 2] sh** crazy, I done turned into my favourite rapper Send them things in the mail, bust 'em through the wrapper I been working like a junkie with a sign I be damned if a p**y n***a think he taking mine I am not a rapper, I'm a preacher, get it right Standing at the altar, giving lessons every night Flying first cla**, they gon' hate me every flight Cause I'm smelling like the pack and my j**ellery real bright Touch down, touch down, touch down Keep a bad b**h every time I touch down She can f** whoever when the boy not around I ain't tryna cuff you up, throw you in the lost and found Yo and I ain't really with the [?] f** police n***a, black lives matter Well all lives matter, water whipping up the platter That's lasagna with the crab, drop the fish in the batter I know some big dogs hating on me I'm just tryna drop hits, fans waiting on me I'm just tryna go on tour, sell it out Yeah my label still playing, feel like n***as bailing out It don't really matter cause a n***a wins all 10 toes down, b**h I send my wings up n***as that I helped, put on and sh**ted on me Don't matter, Lyric Ave on way, we did it homie