5 Fingers (feat. Gunny H, Y.Duce, Moe Bentley, Plat, Gunna Da Demon)

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Mark Muzik

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Look, runnin' through the field, Johnny Gill I got bitches on me, Navy SEALs swimmin' in
the water I don't need an army, but I got an army
Cousin Barney, bitch, my gang is gnarly Speedin' in the foreign, pussy good
Think her name is Lauren, math in the bag Tom Brady, I got Patrick on me, 45 rails

Cop killers, boy, you soft as Barbie Niggas keep that trash and they mop
Let them eat the garbage, down by the block I got brains, I was smart as Harvard
Rollin' like McGrady with a .30, bro, I'm number one
Niggas play tag and get hit, bitch, I'm Steve Young

We been sellin' coke, young, no Vans, Cummins, and one
Your hood full of grandsons, I'll beat them if they act dumb
Fifty niggas in the booth, that'll bust your head
You gon' die if you try to fuckin' take this bread

Get that hot shit in your chest, just like cancer
I take your fuckin' soul out your body, shawty slams ya
I run this rap shit hands down, 630 You niggas don't want no dust, I get dirty
Watch a nigga zone out from a shot to the head

Now he on the floor swigglin' like a worm when he dead
Life's a bitch if she on 5 time, give her a lung job
Soft squares, yellow as tape, who need a SpongeBob
Put your hand down, dawg, that question was rhetorical

But you can get a slab of platinum, Sidewalk, Gorilla Glue
Stay at home, dad, white girl, dishing them grams out
City of the spitters, I just wanna stand out
Blind nigga killin' shit, I'm already different

Breakin' down this sweet shit, I'm hip-hop insolent
A-Low incident, Big 4 fifthin' it
With all the drinks, sniffin' the perk
You niggas impotent, stay up, go hard

Yeah, that's what this shit take
And I'ma use this opportunity to spell my mixtape
I-M-P-E-R-F-E-C-T-I-O-N-S, that's the fingerprint
Every track, northside hip, H-O-P-E

One of the ten best, let the ball bounce
I prefer my kids be traumatized
Seein' me shoot you in your face, rather you punchin' me in mine
Sixteen hundred, sophisticated crime

They said it's wartime, I gotta drop a bomb
Front line, fire in squad, flame them arsonist lines
You niggas playin' both sides, D-I-N in this prime
That's why I f*ck with Lil Baby, no doubt if she gon' ride

Body like a Mercedes, known to drive a nigga crazy
On my job and my grind
You couch potato, lazy, need chips, don't laze me
Thousand dollar chips, drop shit, Dilla, lay me

Drip sauce on the bitch, let her catch all these babies
For a bitch, nigga, lay me
Gang gang, back to the eight balls
Dime sells, so I take off

Q-P, that's a baseball
Bring two pistols to the face off
Cut the coke, but I stay raw
All the dogs eat, that's straight law

Get a pound, check an eighth off
I scream, f*ck niggas more than Adolph
Like eight, I took a break off
I'm a poor worker, but a great boss

Tell a eat a dick, that's skate off
Wolves with me, I'm a straight dog
Rope, rope, break everything
Never act for nothing, take everything

I could never get a game of wet and rain
But I love the sound when this desi rain, gang

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