Five Guys
I'm at five guy's no lie
You will get fried
Bloody tee shirt tie-dye
You die if you lie
I go up you go down
That's the sound of one hundred rounds
Go to tommy get sent just like a touchdown
You trespass you get blew down
You is a bitch shooting your show down
Me and my bro hitting the road now
Me and my gang we really going tote out
Me and my gang we really going smoke loud
Talk to your bitch she was really shy
Waiting in line keep me a nine
He talkin' shit guess he want to die
He a little bitch high in the sky
Me and my bro going let me slide
24 clips going die by mine
He a little bitch going rob he tried
Me and my bro we got style
Come to close we opening fire
Making this rap like nigga I'm tired
I'm in this rap like nigga I'm hired
Talking that shit till I flatten his tire
Me and my pups turn in to fire
Glock 26 but this shit is expired
Taking that shit this nigga a driver
In fourth grade this nigga named Tyler
Don't text me nigga I'm a fighter
Forty five feet get hit with a sniper
Your bitch nice but my bitch nicer
Pull the fuck up your bro is a liar
Where's your bitch we really going find her?
Every day nigga I'm getting tighter
You will get fried
Bloody tee shirt tie-dye
You die if you lie
I go up you go down
That's the sound of one hundred rounds
Go to tommy get sent just like a touchdown
You trespass you get blew down
You is a bitch shooting your show down
Me and my bro hitting the road now
Me and my gang we really going tote out
Me and my gang we really going smoke loud
Talk to your bitch she was really shy
Waiting in line keep me a nine
He talkin' shit guess he want to die
He a little bitch high in the sky
Me and my bro going let me slide
24 clips going die by mine
He a little bitch going rob he tried
Me and my bro we got style
Come to close we opening fire
Making this rap like nigga I'm tired
I'm in this rap like nigga I'm hired
Talking that shit till I flatten his tire
Me and my pups turn in to fire
Glock 26 but this shit is expired
Taking that shit this nigga a driver
In fourth grade this nigga named Tyler
Don't text me nigga I'm a fighter
Forty five feet get hit with a sniper
Your bitch nice but my bitch nicer
Pull the fuck up your bro is a liar
Where's your bitch we really going find her?
Every day nigga I'm getting tighter
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Writer(s): Dereen Meady
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