5 SECONDS (feat. Yung Rare)

You got five seconds, not a minute to think You got five seconds, don't try fucking with me You got five seconds, tell me what it's gon be You got five Four Three Two Five seconds, not a minute to think You got five seconds, don't try fucking with me You got five seconds, tell me what it's gon be You got five Four Three Two So you've been Counting racks Up is how you act I don't wanna chat You should dip the scene Cuz if you don't dispatch I forgot to hit the pack Switch up I'm bout to snap Smoke you like nicotine You got more second to cherish ya life If ever you're thinking of dissing the set Driving a hearse Like a curse uncontrollable Imma keep putting these Niggas to rest Harder to kill me when part of my Fit is a vest Grippin a tech I deliver a Vision of death Trippin Imma check and Y'all better Get it correct I got bullet so this cat and his dog could visit a vet RUN UP RUN UP You'll get jumped in the street That's the price you gotta pay homie nothing is free That's why I'm clutching this heat Hot as a hundred degrees I'm Feeling one with the beast And Now you're running from me I Provide weapons What a wonderful guy surprised to find That he don't have a Crime record Third time is the charm you're subjected to harm When you're falling for My methods You might recognize not a minute from the moment That I step in to vibe check him You got five seconds, not a minute to think You got five seconds, don't try fucking with me You got five seconds, tell me what it's gon be You got five Four Three Two Five seconds, not a minute to think You got five seconds, don't try fucking with me You got five seconds, tell me what it's gon be You got five Four Three Two