Grabba Leaf
Yeauh, yeauh
Haha
Yea, let's go
Finna go up that score
He just caught for a box, boy say no more
Make his ass hit the floor
Yea, rolling up Hfive inside a grabba leaf (Let's get it)
Nigga talking 'bout some smoke, he don't want no beef (We with it)
Long Live The five
They need to free all my guys (Free all my guys)
Nigga can't even come around this way, you not even my kind (Boy, you not even my-)
Trying to be in everybody business, that's how y'all be dying (That's how y'all be dying)
Nigga ran away super quick, he heard them shots flying (Let's Go)
And that young nigga one hundred and sixteen will spin yo' block, have yo' mama crying (Come on)
Brodie sound like a super charger, the way he whine
Yea, I'll have yo' block go extinct, try to play with one of mine
Twin ain't even stepping right, we need to get him off that line (Get him off that line)
I ain't even driving the car but, I'm peeping all the signs (Peeping all the-)
Leave him slumped inside that whip, goddamn you'll think that nigga tired
Fuck a wgfive
Fuck yo' gang, boy we ain't tied (Fuck 'em)
(Know these bullets some' like oil, if they touch you then you fried)
He wasn't hanging with the gang, that's why his ass got left behind
Yea, I'm smoking one, two, three, four, five, six opps man damn, I'm fried (Damn)
Big .forty some' like Ike, it'll beat you down
Fuck with us I might just send my opp to the morgue in a night gown (Let's go)
Fell in love with toting these poles, but I ain't scared to put my pipe down
Yea, my opp work next door might strip him, take him down (Might take 'em-)
Yea, rolling up Hfive inside a grabba leaf (Let's get it)
Nigga talking 'bout some smoke, he don't want no beef (We with it)
Long Live The five
They need to free all my guys (Long Live The-)
Nigga can't even come around this way, you not even my kind (Not even my kind)
Trying to be in everybody business, that's how y'all be dying (That's how y'all be dying)
Nigga ran away super quick, he heard them shots flying (Come on)
And that young nigga one hundred and sixteen will spin yo' block, have yo' mama crying
Brodie sound like a super charger, the way he whine
Haha
Yea, let's go
Finna go up that score
He just caught for a box, boy say no more
Make his ass hit the floor
Yea, rolling up Hfive inside a grabba leaf (Let's get it)
Nigga talking 'bout some smoke, he don't want no beef (We with it)
Long Live The five
They need to free all my guys (Free all my guys)
Nigga can't even come around this way, you not even my kind (Boy, you not even my-)
Trying to be in everybody business, that's how y'all be dying (That's how y'all be dying)
Nigga ran away super quick, he heard them shots flying (Let's Go)
And that young nigga one hundred and sixteen will spin yo' block, have yo' mama crying (Come on)
Brodie sound like a super charger, the way he whine
Yea, I'll have yo' block go extinct, try to play with one of mine
Twin ain't even stepping right, we need to get him off that line (Get him off that line)
I ain't even driving the car but, I'm peeping all the signs (Peeping all the-)
Leave him slumped inside that whip, goddamn you'll think that nigga tired
Fuck a wgfive
Fuck yo' gang, boy we ain't tied (Fuck 'em)
(Know these bullets some' like oil, if they touch you then you fried)
He wasn't hanging with the gang, that's why his ass got left behind
Yea, I'm smoking one, two, three, four, five, six opps man damn, I'm fried (Damn)
Big .forty some' like Ike, it'll beat you down
Fuck with us I might just send my opp to the morgue in a night gown (Let's go)
Fell in love with toting these poles, but I ain't scared to put my pipe down
Yea, my opp work next door might strip him, take him down (Might take 'em-)
Yea, rolling up Hfive inside a grabba leaf (Let's get it)
Nigga talking 'bout some smoke, he don't want no beef (We with it)
Long Live The five
They need to free all my guys (Long Live The-)
Nigga can't even come around this way, you not even my kind (Not even my kind)
Trying to be in everybody business, that's how y'all be dying (That's how y'all be dying)
Nigga ran away super quick, he heard them shots flying (Come on)
And that young nigga one hundred and sixteen will spin yo' block, have yo' mama crying
Brodie sound like a super charger, the way he whine
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Writer(s): 1055 Records
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