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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benji Blue Bills
Benji Blue Bills
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Myles Packwood
Myles Packwood
Songwriter
Nico Allen
Nico Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
by Denzel “Heartbreak” Richards
Mixing Engineer
Mayday
Mayday
Producer

Lyrics

Five Bitch, I'm way too fuckin' hot, 3B trendin' topic Think big Five don't got guap? Ayy, lil' nigga, stop it It's bustin' out my pockets, my Goyard bag and wallet I'm coppin' 'fore they drop it, I'm in no rush to pop it My bank account look stocky, your ex-boyfriend look oppy My bitch was born with body, I'm with my Five's probably Every nigga that you see with me done killed somebody That mean if you play with me then they gon' kill somebody Bitch, I'm five stylin', got 'em nine dialin' Bitch, I'm four droppin', ayy, big pistol poppin', ayy Bitch, I'm stove lockin', my youngin' door lockin' I'll get that ho up out him, ayy, get that pole up off him, ayy Get that soul up off him, ayy, get a score up off him, ayy My niggas mob bosses, real shot callin', ayy 3B triple baller, fuck me 'cause my money taller, ayy 3B ain't gon' hesitate to send them night crawlеrs, ayy Listen to your mama and don't hop off in these streets Think you won't gеt gunned down, bitch, D.I.E Ayy, if he get caught out of bounds, put his ass to sleep My young niggas step on shit with a hundred round Choppa cut through meat Bitch, don't even say no words when big Five speak 'Cause I got this dirty cutter right outside me Pussy through your shirt, I can see your heartbeat I don't care who they click up with, they still can't stop me Why lil' shorty wanna hate? 'Cause I scam routes And she went to school, she can't get no bands out If you suck this dick, you might could get a handout All I do is hit the stage and they fanned out He was fuckin' 'round with that pig, but he ran out I can't even conceal this Drac' 'cause it hang out As soon as they pop my door, I try to bang out You just popped a Bitch, we might could fuck, I can't hold your hand though You just popped a pink pill, what you need a Xan' for? Bitch, your boyfriend just got killed, what you fuck his mans for? Since we askin' questions, bitch, what you holdin' out your hand for? Say I popped too many scripts and I'm fried out Say I got fucked up priorities, but stay at my house Bitch, I bet you'd suck this dick before I slide out Bitch, I bet you catch this shit like a wideout Bitch, I'm way too fuckin' hot, 3B trendin' topic Think big Five don't got guap? Ayy, lil' nigga, stop it It's bustin' out my pockets, my Goyard bag and wallet I'm coppin' 'fore they drop it, I'm in no rush to pop it My bank account look stocky, your ex-boyfriend look oppy My bitch was born with body, I'm with my Five's probably
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Nico Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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