Five1
(Damn Smith, Damn Smith)
51 gon' make your hoe fuck somethin' Scrap with the Desert Eagle, try me, I'll flip somethin
I can't trust him, that boy, he a broke victim I'm puttin' my foot on the gas, watch my hood fuckin' lift up
She givin' me deep throats, damn lil' mama, she got the hiccups
All of them flavors, I'm kickin', it like the World Cup
I'm missin' all these different sauce, my words start twistin' up
Hit in the car real fast, I got the horse and tell him, get it up
I been gettin' money, I ain't worried about shit else
I'm in the foreign, I'm smokin' on top shelf Way too much seasonin', I'm a master chef
Look him in his eyes and I know he'll tell I'm slime, I'm slick in the gel
Trey Fiverr, sit on the hill Baguettes on my neck, hell
Chevelle, same color as Yale Clint Chopper, Keenan and Kel
Silencer on that bitch, don't make a sound
51, gon' make your hoe fuck somethin' Scrap with the Desert Eagle, try me, I'll flip somethin
I can't trust him, that boy, he a broke victim
I'm puttin' my foot on the gas, watch my hood fuckin' lift up
She givin' me deep throats, damn lil' mama, she got the hiccups
All of them flavors, I'm kickin', it like the World Cup
I'm missin' all these different sauce, my words start twistin' up
Hit in the car real fast, I got the horses, tell him, get it up
51 gon' make your hoe fuck somethin' Scrap with the Desert Eagle, try me, I'll flip somethin
I can't trust him, that boy, he a broke victim I'm puttin' my foot on the gas, watch my hood fuckin' lift up
She givin' me deep throats, damn lil' mama, she got the hiccups
All of them flavors, I'm kickin', it like the World Cup
I'm missin' all these different sauce, my words start twistin' up
Hit in the car real fast, I got the horse and tell him, get it up
I been gettin' money, I ain't worried about shit else
I'm in the foreign, I'm smokin' on top shelf Way too much seasonin', I'm a master chef
Look him in his eyes and I know he'll tell I'm slime, I'm slick in the gel
Trey Fiverr, sit on the hill Baguettes on my neck, hell
Chevelle, same color as Yale Clint Chopper, Keenan and Kel
Silencer on that bitch, don't make a sound
51, gon' make your hoe fuck somethin' Scrap with the Desert Eagle, try me, I'll flip somethin
I can't trust him, that boy, he a broke victim
I'm puttin' my foot on the gas, watch my hood fuckin' lift up
She givin' me deep throats, damn lil' mama, she got the hiccups
All of them flavors, I'm kickin', it like the World Cup
I'm missin' all these different sauce, my words start twistin' up
Hit in the car real fast, I got the horses, tell him, get it up
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Writer(s): 51 Bally
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