5 Mins Of Hell

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Repossession man, see his whip and give that bitch a lift
She was with the gang last night, you gave that bitch a kiss
Tell a ham, shit, you buy the site, it's a hit or miss
Flip the clip, go and dig a ditch, cause that nigga hit
They sleepin' on me, chain water, finna pour it on him
Hall of Fame corner specialist, how we scorin' on him
Bought some off-white socks, spent a Jordan on him
Catch a opp out of bounds, Aaron Gordon on him
Lookin' in the mirror, I'm the boss, I can't beat myself
Before i ask a nigga for a plate, I'll feed myself
How you snake a nigga, and then turn around and need my help
Claimin' he be droppin' shit, so now I'm tryna see myself
Niggas pump fakin' more than a good shooter
If you ain't first place, you a good loser
Why the f*ck you go and cuff her ass? She a hood chooser
She ain't come out with the gift cards, bitch, I should bruise her
Hop up out your bushes with a switch, think I like nature
Full court I'ma hit the Chauncey for the tiebreaker
Cool him off and put him in a box like a icebreaker
Why lie? You know you really fucked up in life, faker
Yo' knight in shinin' armor lost his vest when that Drake hit it
I ain't gotta go run to the car, bitch, I came with it
Put the tuh on the K, let me aim with it
Forty-eight giffies for the day, can you say winded
Calamari plates, I remember it was noodle cups
In Belize just got off the ship, finna do it up
Hair trigger on the F and N, that's the shooter's touch
Paranoid, I apologize, it ain't you, it's us
Went to Duke, made two and left, bitch, I'm scam reddish
I need some counseling, I think I got a band fetish
Blue cheese in this hand, in the other hand, relish
You can be the burger, I'ma settle for the damn lettuce
I'ma use a piece, I don't see the prices
I'm comin' up, why you hatin', bro? You supposed to be excited
Three hundred rounds, we'll go to war with Leonidas
I can make you ten in a week, you just need Verizon
Hollows pop the tag off his T like a shopaholic
Seen an opp zoomin' in his whip, now I'm tryna park it
Have it all there when I come, I ain't tryna bargain
Keep a stick on my hip, but I'm not a sergeant
Got a bag in this whip like I'm Instacarting
On a one-way flight to that pape baby, it's departing
Can only yell bullseye if you hit your target
Lil' bro was sittin' on the bench, now I'm finna start him
Certain things you just can't do, that shit over with
C got me tuh noddin off, this shit so legit
Dove in that water with a plan, left them motion sick
Wasn't lettin' us up in the door, I had to open it
Feel like Mega got my baby punchin' for them easy jacks
Might get paid if you play your role, no strings attached
Nice than a bitch, but be puttin' up the meanest act
Log in, drop and change the code, you ain't seein' that
They stay on the perimeter, because they know we in the paint
Bitch, I done did more turnarounds than a figure eight
Fake Id and card, the real person is a different race
Dropped a fuckin' classic, now I'm finna take a lil' break
Betting wrong on fanduel, only time I'm losin' pape
Smokin' dead niggas out the pound, we don't do the shake
Took a L and I prayed, I ain't losin' faith
Brody runnin' around with Ty bows, and be movin' weight
One dip, two dip, oh shit
Goin' store to store with some fire, broke the whole chip
I don't gotta pic with bro, cause he dome shit
I don't know how bitches laying up with a known snitch
Fans like it when I score a screamin' shot clock cheese
Please don't try it with my bitch, she the shot block queen
Askin' all these questions, I think you a cop, stop please
Cuzzo put the dog in a pot like it got fleas
Nigga runnin' off, but I know where to find his ass
Off the slides, bitch, I'm eatin' free like I dine and dash
Tell a bitch if you don't put me first, then your time is last
Shit talkin', it's like second nature, I ain't tryna brag
Huu, let me stop
Beggin' me to dive into her ocean finna belly flop
Cuddy up off the Betty Crock, got a heavy knot
Niggas sayin' he gon' kill me, but I bet he not
Bro a hack into your database, call him Einstein
Doin' 160 in this cat, I got nine lives
Comment on a nigga, bitch, post like you fine wine
Cartier frames with a stick, like a blind guy
Tuh, lil' bro-ass nigga
Here go run into the store-ass nigga
Wear that fit three times a week, boy, you a no cash, nigga
Let a nigga take your chain, you a hoe-ass nigga
Off the 42, she takin' more shots than James Worthy
Be done sucked the skin off my shit, sick, she came kirby
He wearin' team jumpman's off a Klay jersey
They tryna score it, let me grab the tec, finna play dirty
Twenty-five giffies, turn them in at the instant cash
Learned the hard way, nice guys always finish last
My nigga hooked on that pop like he miss his dad
Droppin' buckets with a cannon on me, feel like Tristan Jass
Smokin' apples and bananas, really, I don't eat either
Need a fire truck for this piece, I'm a heat seeker
Cut dead into this lil' bitch like a meat cleaver
Chasin' after chicken every day, I don't see Peter
Callin' all boosters, tap in with y'all stealin' ass
You been in this race too long to be still in last
Hit him in his cap with that yup, tryna peel it back
You can go and catch a hundred bodies, but you still a rat
It costs to be the boss, I can't let them round the goat
They left before we had the wave, now they round the boat
You hide behind a screen, and steal money, you a coward, bro
Came up off that shit, now I'm bound to blow
I'ma sit back and observe, ain't the speakin' type
Balenciaga sandals with the spikes like I'm Jesus Christ
Bro, ah put a hole in his ass, I don't need to fight
Jumped the chef at Beni's, cause that shit wasn't seasoned right
Caught a opp at the rink, I just came to skate
Gave him beats like a 808 in my bathing ape
Let me know up front, I ain't finna play the waiting game
Got two bitches fightin' for the dick like I'm Flavor Flav
I can hear my granny sayin', baby, go and do them bad
Me plus this chop minus y'all, better do the math
All that late texting back and shit, we ain't doin' that
If you made a statement, pussy lil' nigga, you a rat
Masked up with a hundred, tryna whack some
Said she went to sleep early, bitch, you think I'm not dumb
To be me, it's big shoes to feel like you Shaq son
She tappin' out the third round, it started with a back rub
30 hangin' out the Glock, longer than a balance beam
Your nigga told you no and smacked your ass, now you askin' me
Well, I'ma tell you no too
On this MacBook, charged up like I'm Goku
Puttin' shit up in the air like I got a drone
Cut into a bitch nigga quick, I'm in doctor mode
Took a trip up to Sprint, in here adoptin' phones
Hit him in his face with that Drake, bitch, I got your nose
Bitch, nigga, five-star STS, nigga
We the best, nigga, hit him in his chest, nigga

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