Channel 5 (feat. Skootah2x & NHC Draco)

Oh yeah lil' Frank made this right here, yeah
Aye DB, play that shit

I ain't got no fucking friends
Every time they needed me I was there why can't I get a helping hand
I know you plotting on me boy stop saying that you my man's
I go back broke a nigga took you know that I ain't playing

These niggas ain't built like mine
My killer's be slanging that Iron
I send some hoes to they DMs If niggas tryna hide
Might get killed walking outside
Better say your last goodbyes
Them niggas need a show the way they stay on Channel five

They all on Channel five cause he was just playing on live (Uhh huh)
I'm in my feelings in my prime, just still my time (Uhh huh)
Why they acting so tough
He was in the street just like a wood you know we roll up

My bitch catch me cheating she up the hands I'm just like hold up
He don't wanna beef with me, he probably get his soul touched
Couple bands in my pocket this shit light but it won't fold up (Huhh)
I just called your phone, but I ain't tripping that just one call
See you in the club and we go home and I just raw dog
Baby I been tired I been working had to call off
I'm better than your last you gotta treat me like a big dog
Bronem bang the five, he bang the six, he gotta crisscross
Chopper or the Glock it's to your face just like some lip balm

Niggas really fake but acting weird man I don't get y'all
Catch me up in traffic, ARP don't get me pissed off
Really do this shit for all my niggas man I miss y'all
Ain't new to this shit we drop some clips and then we peel off
I just rolled another wood
I'm out there if my brother do it
Having racks that's overstood
Just sold a P you know it's good
I be in the trap we getting packs, we get it from the mud
Still that same nigga pouring lean and toting dirty guns

I ain't got no fucking friends
Every time they needed me I was there why can't I get a helping hand
I know you plotting on me boy stop saying that you my man's
I go back broke a nigga took you know that I ain't playing

These niggas ain't built like mine
My killer's be slanging that Iron
I send some hoes to they DMs If niggas tryna hide
Might get killed walking outside
Better say your last goodbyes
Them niggas need a show the way they stay on Channel five

In these street's gotta keep you a gun
These niggas be killing for none
You know I ain't going for none
They say I'm the chosen one
Niggas talking bout taking me out fuck nigga push up let me see what you bout
You know I come from the south nigga play with me wrong put that grill in his mouth
You know we having all the work when niggas having droughts
Fuck all that talking pussy nigga what the business bout
These other niggas crashing bitch, I seen the safer route
I put them bands on your block they gone come clear it out (Pew, pew, frrrtt)

I be with them drug dealers
I be with them real killers
I can look you in your eyes and tell if you real nigga
I can tell if you get that jam that you gone squeal nigga
I tell lil Cago chill but he won't listen still gone peel a nigga (Still gone kill a nigga)
I'm tryna run the money up
Cross me I'm putting you up
Hollows gone fill him up now your mama heart crushed
P.O. think I'm crazy she want me to see a psychiatrist
15-minute phone call they told my brother to rack it up

I ain't got no fucking friends
Every time they needed me I was there why can't I get a helping hand
I know you plotting on me boy stop saying that you my man's
I go back broke a nigga took you know that I ain't playing

These niggas ain't built like mine
My killer's be slanging that Iron
I send some hoes to they DMs If niggas tryna hide
Might get killed walking outside
Better say your last goodbyes
Them niggas need a show the way they stay on Channel five