5am

Gotta, gotta, gotta
Woo, woo, woo
Gotta, gotta

Gotta blunt for the hoes, gotta bump for ya nose
Gotta front for the bro's, gotta stunt when I pose
Gotta truck with the shoes, gotta pull up and cruise
Gotta bitch wit a 'tude, gotta switch up the mood
Gotta blunt for the hoes, gotta bump for ya nose
Gotta front for the bro's, gotta stunt when I pose
Gotta truck with the shoes, gotta pull up and cruise
Gotta bitch wit a 'tude, gotta switch up the mood

I just pull up with that sack yeah, yeah, yeah
Make em show that stash yeah, yeah, yeah
Re-up on my fashion yeah, yeah, yeah
Serve em like Door Dash yeah, yeah, yeah
Push me my nigga I start (start, skrrt skrrt)
Go yeah we set, on ya mark (on ya mark)
Stomping on his head like a march (like a march)
Hey, then slurp up his bitch cuz I'm parched (cuz I'm parched)
I just hit it from the back and she arch (yeah, yeah)
That bitch chewin on limbs like a shark hey (shark)
Hey, I was in the trap like a Saw game (like a Saw game)
Hey, kicking down ya door with these Balmains

Gotta blunt for the hoes, gotta bump for ya nose
Gotta front for the bro's, gotta stunt when I pose
Gotta truck with the shoes, gotta pull up and cruise
Gotta bitch wit a 'tude, gotta switch up the mood
Gotta blunt for the hoes, gotta bump for ya nose
Gotta front for the bro's, gotta stunt when I pose
Gotta truck with the shoes, gotta pull up and cruise
Gotta bitch wit a 'tude, gotta switch up the mood

(Ayyo) I got my hoes on these drugs, tapping her nose with these bumps
I pull a whole zip out with my dick out, tell her blow all she want
And I'm on the road in a hot car, that shit been stolen for months
Tell that bitch you can hop in the back
Cause I keep that pole in the front
I still got that heat on the seat, filling a freak with the meat
She sniffing a G on the creep, hoe give me the rest back you tweaked
I got 3 bitches set up for the weekend
Back after back, I'ma hit em in sequence
They hop on the D like I used to hop fences
Pussy be deep like I was in them trenches
I know these hoes on the molly, I know my bro got a body
You faking, posing like Gotti, yo paper fold oragammi
You still playin old games like Atari
Fuck yo television just watch me
I was not trained on the potty, I keep shitting on niggas I'm sorry

Gotta blunt for the hoes, gotta bump for ya nose
Gotta front for the bro's, gotta stunt when I pose
Gotta truck with the shoes, gotta pull up and cruise
Gotta bitch wit a 'tude, gotta switch up the mood
Gotta blunt for the hoes, gotta bump for ya nose
Gotta front for the bro's, gotta stunt when I pose
Gotta truck with the shoes, gotta pull up and cruise
Gotta bitch wit a 'tude, gotta switch up the mood

I got money on my mind, so many hoes on my line
I tell em all I don't own a watch, cuz hoe I ain't got the time
And niggas be faker than fake, and still come and smile in ya face
I keep that heater with me, it keep a nigga in place
All these hoes fucking wit me nigga that's why you hating
All this paper out here dog that you ain't been chasing
All these chances in the world dog you ain't been taking
I got the juice, blow me like soup
If I call the troops, they all gone shoot
Don't put up ya dukes, betta hop in ya coupe
I got the sauce, I'll knock you off
I'm from the lost, I'm my own boss