5 Feet

All these motherfuckers in my section
No, you can't hit the bottle bruh
You either bitch, i don't know you

Woah
Back up, back up, back up
Back up lil bitch, back up lil bitch
Woah
Back up, back up, back up
Back up lil bitch, back up lil bitch

Back up lil bitch, I said back up lil bitch
I got groupies and haters that's all on my dick
I get money and paper, I'm bouta be rich
They be watching my moves just like YouTube and shit
I am a Maverick, like Luka and Tim
Anytime Fitness, I'm covered in gems
I keep the plastic on me like Lil Kim
I got these other teams watching film
Give me twenty feet right now
Mario, he better pipe down
Fore a nigga 6 feet down
Closed curtain, nigga lights out
Feel like Virgil Abloh now
Swear that I invented my style
Geeked up, I'm snapping, like Fabo now
god, I'm feeling like Quavo now
I need a restraining order
I was told you could never level up
Until you got your game In order
I told her she will never find another
Now I got her brain distorted
I just might order up 200 ones and
Now I got it raining pouring
Benjamin Franklin boring

Woah
Back up, back up, back up
Woah
Back up, back up, back up
Back up lil bitch, back up lil bitch
5 feet please, back away from me
Back up lil bitch, I said Back up lil bitch
5 feet please, back away from me
Back up lil bitch, Back up lil bitch

I need five feet, do not try me
No don't Hi me, this VIP
We in this bitch, we stunting popping bottles
Niggas they lame, they fronting for the models
She on the broom, I guess I'm Harry Potter
It ain't no simping, Pimping very proper
I got the drive, I guess I'm full throttle
Thump bouta order up another bottle
She shaking ass, yeah
She want the VIP pass, yeah, wristband
She on her shit, yeah
She drop it low on the dick, yeah, she ready
Gone drive the boat, yeah
She tryna show off her throat, yeah
Get her out the section, no I don't want her
That lil shawty going round like corona
We popping Ace Of Spades
We popping bottles for days
Light the club up with the sparklers
This how we paved the way
Surfing, wavy, yeah I'm part of the crowd
Only loud and models allowed
Took me in the bathroom she going down
Don't tell nobody what was in your mouth
Look at that broke nigga at the door
He tryna climb under the rope
Bouncer just grabbed him by the coat
He got put out in front all the hoes
Put the game on lock like figure four
Woah, Woah
Back up off me bro

Woah
Back up, back up, back up
Woah
Back up, back up, back up
Back up lil bitch, back up lil bitch
5 feet please, back away from me
Back up lil bitch, I said Back up lil bitch
5 feet please, back away from me
Back up lil bitch, Back up lil bitch

Don't make me call the CDC in this bitch
Back your ass up, 5 feet



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Writer(s): Devontrae Williams
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