5:05
Caught that boy without his blick, just don't bleed out
Just pulled the skits and then the police blocked the streets off
He got a blick, it got a switch, oh, yeah, he running fast
Pulled a skit, I heard that young nigga fumbled with the bag
Remove his brains from out his fucking head, just don't tweak out
You say we ate up all that block, but baby, we out
We chased that boy inside your door, I swear he tried to preach out
We spinned they block back to back, I felt 'em leach out
I had love for some niggas, but didn't reach out
Told brodie, "Let's go do a drill," said, "Bet, I'll get him first"
Caught an opp up in his hood and he ain't bang his turf
Nigga had it stamped up on his own, we put him on a shirt
We got FNs with them stretches, bullets coming fast
Caught an opp, he made the news, told the nigga that's his ass
EKilla, he a demon with that blick, he be on your ass
Runner, he a demon from PM, that's a no cut nigga
Nigga running from the gang and jet, we wanna kill him bad
Told that nigga soon as he touch the streets, we told him that's his ass
I'm really all about a bag, I never changed up for a bitch
I'm really all for getting active, we double back, extended clips
Nigga give up any name, you getting labeled as a snitch
If you ain't had me when I was broke, then you can't have me when I'm rich
Say, it's a cold game and niggas know we programmed
I ain't never turned down nothing, we can dump or we gon' throw hands
I touched a big bag, I couldn't hold the shit with both hands
The Percs have me moving slow like movies when they slow dance
If I go down and it's bad, would you help me out?
If I have to bail up out the bounty, would you bail me out?
If I use your car to go and slide, would you sell me out?
Every time I hit the bounty jail, I was extra'ed out
Took a five man, going brazy at 5:05
Nigga sneak diss against the gang, you might as well die
Call my five at JG Park, we been thugging outside
We been hanging out, be at the Park by 5:05
Baby Stone Gorillas, we up next, we ain't wasting no time
Got up off my ass, got to a bag, had to get on my grind
Park it up and bounce out, we ain't doing drive-bys
Mama says she love me, see the demon all up in my eyes
Put him on the page, that nigga tripped 'cause his shoes were untied
Go against the gang, y'all niggas, y'all just acting tough
Y'all niggas really goofies, y'all don't really matter much
I be posted in the trenches with the blicky tucked
You can't hang with the gang, where you bome from?
I'm hanging with the niggas I been rocking with since day one
Caught a nigga lacking, he was at Mickey D's
40 hit him in his stomach, watch him hit his fucking knees
Stomped the nigga out, he was asking fucking, "God, please"
Had him running down the street, he was asking, "Dad, please"
Cartier faces 41, this a 30-piece
Niggas talking brazy 'bout the gang, socked him in his teeth
Put a nigga to sleep, then we went in his fucking jeans
I'm in the flocks with two Glocks, I'm off RIP
I think the helicopters coming, I felt my heart beat
I mix the Cookies with the blend, it got my lungs weak
Nigga tried to go against the gang, so we slumped him
That's your bitch? You can have her, but we be fucking
I swear to God, bitch, I need a bag or you can't touch me
E350 twin turbos, bitch, it's busting (ayy)
Watch me come X five or GLE cutting (look)
Ayy, look
Get up on him if he moving, slump your seatbelt
Nigga mad, that's his pride, watch how he melt
From the shells, bulletproofs, they are no help
Please stop it, if you a fan, you should seek help
Running in my city blinged out and buss down
Mama said, "Stop moving fast 'cause the street wild"
Keep the blick on me, 30 shots when I'm around
Fly around this fast car, it go too wild
We gon' get hella close up on your mans and leave him facedown (get hella close up)
We running through them niggas' hood just like a playground
Yeah, we on it, nigga say the wrong thing, he better lay down (boom, boom, boom)
And every time we outside, we got them things out (we got them things, nigga)
Just pulled the skits and then the police blocked the streets off
He got a blick, it got a switch, oh, yeah, he running fast
Pulled a skit, I heard that young nigga fumbled with the bag
Remove his brains from out his fucking head, just don't tweak out
You say we ate up all that block, but baby, we out
We chased that boy inside your door, I swear he tried to preach out
We spinned they block back to back, I felt 'em leach out
I had love for some niggas, but didn't reach out
Told brodie, "Let's go do a drill," said, "Bet, I'll get him first"
Caught an opp up in his hood and he ain't bang his turf
Nigga had it stamped up on his own, we put him on a shirt
We got FNs with them stretches, bullets coming fast
Caught an opp, he made the news, told the nigga that's his ass
EKilla, he a demon with that blick, he be on your ass
Runner, he a demon from PM, that's a no cut nigga
Nigga running from the gang and jet, we wanna kill him bad
Told that nigga soon as he touch the streets, we told him that's his ass
I'm really all about a bag, I never changed up for a bitch
I'm really all for getting active, we double back, extended clips
Nigga give up any name, you getting labeled as a snitch
If you ain't had me when I was broke, then you can't have me when I'm rich
Say, it's a cold game and niggas know we programmed
I ain't never turned down nothing, we can dump or we gon' throw hands
I touched a big bag, I couldn't hold the shit with both hands
The Percs have me moving slow like movies when they slow dance
If I go down and it's bad, would you help me out?
If I have to bail up out the bounty, would you bail me out?
If I use your car to go and slide, would you sell me out?
Every time I hit the bounty jail, I was extra'ed out
Took a five man, going brazy at 5:05
Nigga sneak diss against the gang, you might as well die
Call my five at JG Park, we been thugging outside
We been hanging out, be at the Park by 5:05
Baby Stone Gorillas, we up next, we ain't wasting no time
Got up off my ass, got to a bag, had to get on my grind
Park it up and bounce out, we ain't doing drive-bys
Mama says she love me, see the demon all up in my eyes
Put him on the page, that nigga tripped 'cause his shoes were untied
Go against the gang, y'all niggas, y'all just acting tough
Y'all niggas really goofies, y'all don't really matter much
I be posted in the trenches with the blicky tucked
You can't hang with the gang, where you bome from?
I'm hanging with the niggas I been rocking with since day one
Caught a nigga lacking, he was at Mickey D's
40 hit him in his stomach, watch him hit his fucking knees
Stomped the nigga out, he was asking fucking, "God, please"
Had him running down the street, he was asking, "Dad, please"
Cartier faces 41, this a 30-piece
Niggas talking brazy 'bout the gang, socked him in his teeth
Put a nigga to sleep, then we went in his fucking jeans
I'm in the flocks with two Glocks, I'm off RIP
I think the helicopters coming, I felt my heart beat
I mix the Cookies with the blend, it got my lungs weak
Nigga tried to go against the gang, so we slumped him
That's your bitch? You can have her, but we be fucking
I swear to God, bitch, I need a bag or you can't touch me
E350 twin turbos, bitch, it's busting (ayy)
Watch me come X five or GLE cutting (look)
Ayy, look
Get up on him if he moving, slump your seatbelt
Nigga mad, that's his pride, watch how he melt
From the shells, bulletproofs, they are no help
Please stop it, if you a fan, you should seek help
Running in my city blinged out and buss down
Mama said, "Stop moving fast 'cause the street wild"
Keep the blick on me, 30 shots when I'm around
Fly around this fast car, it go too wild
We gon' get hella close up on your mans and leave him facedown (get hella close up)
We running through them niggas' hood just like a playground
Yeah, we on it, nigga say the wrong thing, he better lay down (boom, boom, boom)
And every time we outside, we got them things out (we got them things, nigga)
Credits
Writer(s): Derrail Robinson, Jayron Deandre Johnson, Shamar Bush, Larry Mccrory
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