Lyrics:
this shit can get technical (oh)
I need five times five, plus another five
If you expect for me to be steppin' through
And I'm not goin' to lie
We
facility will auto destroy in 5 seconds
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
is not a scary road
Two, three, four, five bitches that ain't nuttin' I ain't seen before
Two cups on me right now, and we sipping on 44
Gotta take
V woulda did it
Man I swear Mr. Greens, I went by that shit once
If I can't do it times three, 30k is what I dropped
On that lil bitch AC, man this
on so you can't see my eyes no doubled cupped I'm tripled cupped cause I like to sip high 4 cubes in a sprite to keeps a Yungin vibed v neck Lolo with
went from rags to riches, cued 4-5 to sixes
(Handled our business now we dressin' in finest linen)
Windows tinted, surrounded by the prettiest women
Iced
Went and bought a 50 slab, divide it up into ten
Sold 'em all, double down, did it again
By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
You sellin'
that money and repeat that twice
Buy you somethin' to ride in, you know it gotta be tight
Next time you buy somethin', take twenty-five hundred
Get 4
path and let me find peace amidst the chaos. And don’t let me forget who I am. Don’t let me forget to breathe.
1 5 4, those three chords, they make me
anymore
Demons still surround me suffocate me on the floor
Hope I die by twenty four cus without you my hearts sore
And the memories we used to share all
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Oh
We got different life plans, I know
Tryna do what I can, so don't go, oh (yeah)
(Don't go, don't)
I just made twenty-five bands
but that
7, 8, 9
10
All right everybody
Now let's count down
10, 9, 8
7, 6, 5
4, 3, 2
1
Oh my
This is swell
You can count
It's Mickey's countdown
for a dinosaur pane (four thousand)
Forty-five thousand for a rollie, plain jane (damn)
When I walk in that bit' I need bitches that know my name
a happy song.
La la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la!
One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six!
One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six!
Uh? Where is
Feeling like Stylo man
Everything live-o man
Twenty-five girls and five, four man
Your a timeline man
Girl from Paris and girl from Milan
Ring man
of old blind horses hides'
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight
razor tag slice ya face you're it
It's I who come by drive through
Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue
Look at Miami eyes blue five two
I
Just five minutes
All I need is five minutes
We in the dead zone
Passing by the headstones
Laughing like cynics
Oh you dead to me
You in the dead
fifty
You've got a four five oh that's nine fifty's I've got bars for your dome Tek time wimme
No violence still pass a fist through a verse quick jab for
food in four days, oh no
We pause and stare at one
Who was quick to draw his gun
We tell him that we mean no harm
Yet before we do he sounds the alarm
four, five, six nights
That dick all in yo' windpipe
Some of her friends I dislike
Some of yo friends, they alright
Sometimes I think y'all all dykes
But
the wetters
Like meta letter
Two two five man back it for your brudda
Nah don't touch me or else you'll get wet up
Don't touch man or else you'll get bed up
Hitting on my phone oh no
If I hit you back that puts you in the group of 1 of 4
And if you wanna make plans it's a 1 percent that I would show
So take ya
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