5 Guys (feat. Trizzac & Kwengface)

I swear I hit his chest, but it didn't go through, that must be a glitch

And invasion squad done kicked down doors now they're tryna put cuffs on wrists (free BR)

And the set up girls tryna do the gang dirty, I swear I can't trust no chick

More than half of the opps was cool in school, had to burn that bridge

And if it wasn't AR that slapped it, it was probably Kwang or Max

And if we really go there and attack this, them man will probably still dash

And from Kway we been doing backflips, only now they're talking about cash

And I get these hoes out like trap fit, why the hell do they call me trash?

And we reversed them drivebys

And we flipped the script, back out sticks, sawn off ting or Ty's nine

We ain't tryna get our next off nine night

Pull up on the three O's with my guys

I'm tryna hit him down with the pound like I came back from 5 Guys

Let me show this shit 'bout my knife

Let me show this shit about sticks

Black hand ting there 7 in the clips

He ain't on shit, and he ain't on piss, but he talks about that, and he talks about this

LR, Kenz, 6

AR, Snoop, Kiz

I love them fucked up kids and I ride for Denz and I ride for midge

I just done a show in Cove

And I got that light change in my pocket

And bro just got him a new ting

It's a new shape pocket rocket

If I'm low, I'll suck man's profit

Had a dot dot way too long, no use, man, I swear that I had to shut it

Just 'cause a man do music

Don't mean that we're washed and stupid

When we Zone 2 step, we're ruthless

Still got clothes from last year's booting

Bro just passed me a skeng

He knows that I'll do it with rudeness

For bro, man boot it, toot it

Them man slow, and washed, and clueless

I just 2-2 step with bro with a Bruck like, how you tryna step like, sup?

Hit him in his chest like, uh

Or I just wet him in his neck then cut

Gyally on me like my rammy on me

Gyally want sex not love

I just 2-2 step with the gang or I just jump out and whips one up

The opps them lie too much, they came to my block like twice

I went to their block like 2 hours later, denied that somethin' got nice

Like second time I grab my wrap, I see man run with their wraps and knives

I can't rate my mans gun game, see me in the flesh and they let shit sky

A friend of a opp is a opp, on my life he can hold that too

If it weren't by me or squeezo, then you're gettin' ran down by Snoop