5 Seconds

Five seconds till we loaded Ain't no tellin' what I'm holdin
Oh you talkin bout that bag, oh you talkin bout that cash
I done fucked around exploded Poppin so much it don't make sense Bring it back one time, bring it back one time

Five seconds till we loaded Ain't no tellin' what I'm holdin
Oh you talkin bout that bag, oh you talkin bout that cash
I done fucked around exploded Poppin so much it don't make sense Bring it back one time, bring it back one time

I'm lit, I'm turnt up This sound like a hit

Break a dutch down and fill it up Bitch, this that real shit
What's the business? I'm loaded, double O
I need some more, you ain't know We keep them poles, yeah we toting
Uh-oh, savage Don't panic, can't stand it

Never landing, nah I'm up Who the baddest? You the wackest
Can't do them back ends I sold so much work
Bring it back one time, bring it back one time

Five seconds till we loaded Ain't no tellin' what I'm holdin
Oh you talkin bout that bag, oh you talkin bout that cash
I done fucked around exploded Poppin so much it don't make sense Bring it back one time, bring it back one time

Woo woo, this the shit, Oh you ain't know

Light this reefer up and blow some smoke This some dope, this some dope
I bet you cough when it hit your throat
Bitches know what, how I give it up, give it up
Niggas know what, I don't give too fucks, keep it clutch

You know what's up, you know what's up, you know what's up
I'm never landin', like a planet, and it's outstanding
Bring it back one time, bring it back one time
Five seconds till we loaded Ain't no tellin' what I'm holdin
Oh you talkin bout that bag, oh you talkin bout that cash
I done fucked around exploded Poppin so much it don't make sense Bring it back one time, bring it back one time



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Writer(s): Ramiah Fearrington
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