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Five Guys

 

Five Guys

(albüm: Switch Music - 2022)


Gold Haze on the track
Huh, what, we gon' bring 'em out
Ayy, pop up out that cut, bring them beamers out
Laser tag (Ayy, ayy)

Bring them bitches out
Foenem bring them switches out
Ayy, time to clock 'em out, all the opps be watching now
Ayy, if he ain't up in my circle, we gon' box him out
Ayy, Psycho Gang rocking out, face shot, we crop him out
Ayy, shot his ass from every angle, we gon' box him in
Ayy, if he looking just like lack 'em, we gon' shoot his twin
Ayy, foenem spin the block, spin the block, then, spin again
Ayy, foenem sending shots, and sending shots, and send again

Ayy, we be blicking shit right up, keep them switches tucked
Ayy, 59 better not fuck with us, we fuck shit up
Ayy, if they playing both sides then they ass gon' both die
Foenem in this bitch, roll our opps, and we so fried
We don't tote 9s, we walk 'round with them 45s
Do a drive-by, those switches fly past
And we cooking shit right up (What?)
Like we five guys (What?)
But, we ain't five guys, we frying niggas like some hot fries
Got a goofy homie, he just tried to pop the guys
Ayy, we don't give no fuck, we treat 'em like the other side
Ayy, shorty tried to run, hit his spine, now, he paralyzed
We don't give no fuck about the opps, they ass stay dying
We don't claim shit, ayy (Huh?), we don't drop a diss
We ain't talking 'bout shit, bitch, we innocent
Ayy, every case got dismissed, ayy
And I never don't miss, ayy, and the opps know who did this
Ayy, foenem tweaking out, headshot gave 'em something to think about
I got a switch, he got a switch, we can blick it out
I might call them hitters out, tell 'em, "Come and hit 'em now"
If you want 'em dance, send that bread, it's like fifty thou' (Fifty thou')

Bring them bitches out
Foenem bring them switches out
Ayy, time to clock 'em out, all the opps be watching now
Ayy, if he ain't up in my circle, we gon' box him out
Ayy, Psycho Gang rocking out, face shot, we crop him out
Ayy, shot his ass from every angle, we gon' box him in
Ayy, if he looking just like lack 'em, we gon' shoot his twin
Ayy, foenem spin the block, spin the block, then, spin again
Ayy, foenem sending shots, and sending shots, and send again (Send again)

Go, 5900
Ayy, five-nine-zero-zero

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