6:30 Lyrics

Going to war but I wanna live

No Tom Ford, this all Rick

Looking forward to when I see you again

Lets get a lil money, we could take that trip

No I ain't got nothing on my wrist

And I ain't gon' run from none of this shit

Seen him switch up for a band, act rich

You on the edge boy don't slip

Damn

6:30 at the house I'm rolling up

Money to make but we not in a rush

Ran out of love, just waiting to go up above

I'm on one

She live pretty far but I'm pulling up

We met for a reason, nothing is luck

Asking her about where she from

We both been hurt and it made us numb

If it's over

Put that matte black range in the rain

There ain't nothing that I owe her

Yeah, (Yeah, Yeah)

Going to war but I wanna live

No Tom Ford, this all Rick

Looking forward to when I see you again

Lets get a lil money, we could take that trip

No I ain't got nothing on my wrist

And I ain't gon' run from none of this shit

Seen him switch up for a band, act rich

You on the edge boy don't slip