5th To The Sev
(Me and cuzzie gon spin thru the 8 afta that take a trip to the gate)
(Grahh Grahh boom)
Me and cuzzie gon spin thru the 8 afta that take a trip to the gates (Thru the what?)
Hop out shoot ah nigga in his face (shoot ah nigga in his face)
Totin? Stuck on my ways(stuck in my ways)
All these opp niggas linkin up (linkin up)
But they still ain get nobody touched (at all at all)
Told lil bro dont talk just dump(just dump)
RundownGang throw shots he slumped like (throw shot he slumped)
When i see you just keep the same energy (like what)
Bitch im totin so how is you blitzin me (how is you blitzin me)
And they can't name ah thing that they did to me (at all)
So tell me why these lil niggas dissin me (like what)
45th take him right out his misery
Spin thru the? Tryna catch us a couple gz (ygzK)
When they see me them niggas just run from me spin through the hill yeah we do this shit comfortably (OYK)
Bad bitch gon do what i say so (like what)
And my niggas shoot shit like Pelo? (shoot shit like what)
My niggas is sliding like they on ah payroll (onna what)
Freak bitch fat ass like J-Lo
She gon line you up just for the pesos
Get in then take it bitch i need the bankrolls
Do ah hit get low then I change clothes
When we spinnin you know how the game go (like)
Every situation we gon handle it (we gon what)
If its war hit it more to the candles lit
Bullets they make em salsa on some Spanish shit
When we see dem them niggas be panicking (them niggas be panicking)
If its up then we leavin it stuck (we leavin it stuck)
Hollows gon hit tear that nigga up
And i keep a cannon got it tucked (got it tucked)
For them niggas that swear that they tuff
See 30 hit him with ah 30
Fuck? Come slide and get sturdy
If he jack the gz then do em dirty
Stay pistol packin no we never worried
Mex shootin got me on the moon (Mexi)
Spin the? and we ready to boom
Stompers they wit me shakin up the room (suck my dick)
They ain't puttin on so how they goons
Opps talking they doin shit
Why these niggas always on my dick
Hopout put a nigga ina spliff
Smoking dead niggas out the zip
5th to the sev we gon popout
Niggas talking crazy dey get knocked out
Fuck that we ont got it bring the knocks out
Chase pull up clear the whole block out
Better watch out cus these niggas talking on the internet but never popout
Fuck rah i roll em he dead YGK he got hit in his head
Ya Oys ya hurd what i said OYK im smoking ya dead
Ona set we been flockin for JB so ya can stop tapping ya neck
Tap ya head nigga rah got clapped and niggas put em right to bed
All my niggas official so we ont gotta talk bout nun of the shit that we did
And I'm lit shawty thinking I need her I only need her for the spits
Since a jhit i been buggin and booming so why these niggas on my dick
Got my name in ya tracks and that shit is wack ya niggas just needa get back
We gon talk on the facts who did ya clap why is ya talking bout straps
Nigga mex is a pack still ain't get back I just be smoking his pack pdot
He in the back totin on a strap you try to touch me its a wrap
Thats a fact got dis bitch on my body she jus tryn let me slap
(Grahh Grahh boom)
Me and cuzzie gon spin thru the 8 afta that take a trip to the gates (Thru the what?)
Hop out shoot ah nigga in his face (shoot ah nigga in his face)
Totin? Stuck on my ways(stuck in my ways)
All these opp niggas linkin up (linkin up)
But they still ain get nobody touched (at all at all)
Told lil bro dont talk just dump(just dump)
RundownGang throw shots he slumped like (throw shot he slumped)
When i see you just keep the same energy (like what)
Bitch im totin so how is you blitzin me (how is you blitzin me)
And they can't name ah thing that they did to me (at all)
So tell me why these lil niggas dissin me (like what)
45th take him right out his misery
Spin thru the? Tryna catch us a couple gz (ygzK)
When they see me them niggas just run from me spin through the hill yeah we do this shit comfortably (OYK)
Bad bitch gon do what i say so (like what)
And my niggas shoot shit like Pelo? (shoot shit like what)
My niggas is sliding like they on ah payroll (onna what)
Freak bitch fat ass like J-Lo
She gon line you up just for the pesos
Get in then take it bitch i need the bankrolls
Do ah hit get low then I change clothes
When we spinnin you know how the game go (like)
Every situation we gon handle it (we gon what)
If its war hit it more to the candles lit
Bullets they make em salsa on some Spanish shit
When we see dem them niggas be panicking (them niggas be panicking)
If its up then we leavin it stuck (we leavin it stuck)
Hollows gon hit tear that nigga up
And i keep a cannon got it tucked (got it tucked)
For them niggas that swear that they tuff
See 30 hit him with ah 30
Fuck? Come slide and get sturdy
If he jack the gz then do em dirty
Stay pistol packin no we never worried
Mex shootin got me on the moon (Mexi)
Spin the? and we ready to boom
Stompers they wit me shakin up the room (suck my dick)
They ain't puttin on so how they goons
Opps talking they doin shit
Why these niggas always on my dick
Hopout put a nigga ina spliff
Smoking dead niggas out the zip
5th to the sev we gon popout
Niggas talking crazy dey get knocked out
Fuck that we ont got it bring the knocks out
Chase pull up clear the whole block out
Better watch out cus these niggas talking on the internet but never popout
Fuck rah i roll em he dead YGK he got hit in his head
Ya Oys ya hurd what i said OYK im smoking ya dead
Ona set we been flockin for JB so ya can stop tapping ya neck
Tap ya head nigga rah got clapped and niggas put em right to bed
All my niggas official so we ont gotta talk bout nun of the shit that we did
And I'm lit shawty thinking I need her I only need her for the spits
Since a jhit i been buggin and booming so why these niggas on my dick
Got my name in ya tracks and that shit is wack ya niggas just needa get back
We gon talk on the facts who did ya clap why is ya talking bout straps
Nigga mex is a pack still ain't get back I just be smoking his pack pdot
He in the back totin on a strap you try to touch me its a wrap
Thats a fact got dis bitch on my body she jus tryn let me slap
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Arbesfeld, Jaylen Jackson, Pdot Sav, Treyvon Jackson, Henry Bryne Fisher
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