G5 (feat. Lil Gotit e Zaytoven)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

God damn I couldn't even breathe just then

I spend that money

Shots at her bonnet

Rip London

Hunnids on hunnids

I beat that backend

I'm gonna back in

I got your freak hoe, yeah, come on and tag in

Your main hoe can't talk, Gucci flip flops

I got babies folding on me, shit I pop shots

Got slimes that pop locks

They are fucking nigga thots

I just hopped on a G5 with a G5 you know what I'm saying

Let's go let's go

Calling niggas that get money woah (finesse)

Dyn they come and snatch your soul (dyn)

You know we're never worried about so and so (slime)

I'm gonna slime a nigga that (slatt)

Yeah dyn fuckin all these nigga hoes (dyn)

Straight up hunnids up to the mothafucka o (yeah)

Fake ass niggas dyn gonna expose (yeah)

Dyn (oh, yeah)

It's never been a worry

Stay down when the racks up in a hurry

We're this shit that he cannot get this courage

Why you actin against us when you know that you nerdy

I'm saying, moving slower than a turtle

She told me take it easy but you know I would not hurt em

Millions gotta sit here on purpose

Pass me the water, cause you know these bitches thirsty

Niggas say I'm dirty, bitch I'm dirty than ever

You know my twin, now he slimey as ever

Niggas acting like they hard, but they softer than ever

Dyn think smart bitch you know I'm too clever

Slatt slatt slatt, take her shit won't get it back

Thirsty nigga in the city that's a fact (dyn)

Can I pull up on kanye if I ain't step back wow (facts)

I spend that money

Shots at her bonnet

Rip London

Hunnids on hunnids

I beat that backend

I'm gonna back in

I got your freak hoe, yeah, come on and tag in

Your main hoe can't talk, Gucci flip flops

I got babies folding on me shit I pop shots

Got slimes that pop locks

They are fucking nigga thots

I just hopped on a G5 with a G5 you know what I'm saying

Let's go, let's go

I be the one to drop the bag on the opps

Y'all be the quicker ones that call the cops

Lil bitch getting dropped

Scat-pack yeah patek on them hoes

High just like bart new burberry

Boy new stylist drip all season

Yeah I'm coming right and I'm flexing on them broads

Soon I pop my shit they think I'm wrong

Keep em coming beggin for money like goons

Bullshit just leave me alone

Had a hublot at 19 then copped a two tone

I'm a drippy lil bastard and I be running that ghost like I'm casper

Yeah I'm shitting on these fuckin niggas I need some pampers

You niggas too funny, remind me of

I'm fuckin another nigga bitch yeah why ion pull up on camera

I spend that money

Shots at her bonnet

Rip London

Hunnids on hunnids

I beat that backend

I'm gonna back in

I got your freak hoe, yeah, come on and tag in

Your main hoe can't talk, Gucci flip flops

I got babies folding on me shit I pop shots

Got slimes that pop locks

They are fucking nigga thots

I just hopped on a G5 with a G5 you know what I'm saying

(Let's go let's go)