Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
L5
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
London Cluster
Lyrics
Lyrics
YCOE, YCOE
These **** ain't gettin' pape' (Uh)
I told my bro down the road just to call my phone just to see if he straight (Huh)
Know he been dead for a year and they still ain't found him, he dead in a lake (You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
All of my opps be hoes, they get on the 'Gram and they troll, don't make nothin' shake
Okay, cool, she wanna trip, then I tell her, "Be smooth"
Tell her, "Sit back, man, you know what I do"
She sayin' it's wet, but I'm tryna see for myself, I'm jumpin' in straight like a pool
I'm testin' it out
My young **** trippin', they makin' it hot
Ain't no in between, you with me or not?
Know we pushin' up on him to see what he 'bout
Push up on him, tryna see what lil' bro said, huh (Doon-doon-doon)
****, we don't give no fucks, slide on your block, switch leave 'em red, yeah (Blaow)
Say, lil' DG, what we slidin' in? Trackhawk kit, we blew the mind (Skrrt)
Yeah, I just touched down, but throw me a dub and I'll go blow his mind (On 5, ****, yeah)
That **** gon' crash out just like Peyt' (Yeah)
Fuck **** miss his brother, go watch that news, he in that lake (Go watch it)
And I ain't no rapper, I caught head from a rap **** ho, now he wanna hate (What?)
And, bitch, I'm a smacker, I catch a fuck **** down bad speakin' on Hot, get spanked (Huh)
Fuckboy crackin' fours, gon' crack his dome and get that fuckboy gone (Yeah)
I can't say too much up on this song, but we got, mhm, gone
Burn me a fuck **** just like a CD, huh, these fuck **** wanna be me
Give it to you, fuck around, be on TV (What?)
Try 43va, we got Glocks on Switch Street (L5, lil' bitch)
Say, Luh Lon, these **** actin' gangster, but never stepped on nothin'
Gen3 Glock, just add a button, I'm known for makin' fuckboys run
This **** so worried 'bout YC, but don't even take care of his son
Tell them hoes stay out my brother business, won't play about Lil Mon
Tryna smoke a 4Way member
I see Q and Quan tryna clique up, all them dirty Y5 ****
EYC, lil' bro, he bangin' five, he know I'm right here with him
Tell 'em free P5, tryna crop a **** right out the picture
The fuck is Baby Kia? We ride around in Scat with stolen pistols
Written by: London Cluster