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5 HIGHS

Loud Pack John, Rahc Wilson, Babystickz, TrillTuga & BSB Drako

Hip-Hop/Rap2026

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5 HIGHS è stato pubblicato il 21 agosto 2026 da LOUD PACK THE GOAT OF RAP FUTURE SUPERSTAR GENERATIONAL TALENT JOHN come parte dell'album GOD TIER TROLL 2 - EP

AlbumGOD TIER TROLL 2 - EP

Data di uscita21 agosto 2026

EtichettaLOUD PACK THE GOAT OF RAP FUTURE SUPERSTAR GENERATIONAL TALENT JOHN

LinguaEnglish

BPM98

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Listen to fuck up, I'll patch on it

These **** don't talk that shit like we do

These **** ain't on our level

Be killin' cat and give a fuck about my life

Got a crew of burgers, tell that boy to open five guys

I'm off of every drug, this like five highs

Why lie? I saw the night, he died and went bye-bye

I got a bitch that's goin' out for a drive-by

Quite high

That bitch is throwin' line, now she thank bye

Them **** bumps, they gotta slide on the bike by

My crime

The way she tied me up, it was quite nice

Y'all don't want the old John, he's a savage

Y'all done put a bullet in your house and fucked with my cabbage

He chasin' hot, that bum gon' die for a status

The choppa knock a **** guts out, I left the hole call em radiz

How you goin' against God and still fightin' your demons

Your drugs, your op, you can't walk shit while dead

Now check his pockets, see if he still breathin

He-Man vs. Heathen, he just saw TMZ's

Call you on your cap, now you think you captin

Surprise, we strapped, what, you just think we rappin

40 on me, no tatted up, I tag him

Shorty on me, back it up, you a freak

I'm askin, stacks, no die, but if you askin, I'm broke

If I give my hand out, it's wrapped around your throat

Yeah, I'm pushin' peace, but match your energy though

Can only count on me, the realest **** I know

Screamin, fuck the police, then play one in the movie

Like Ice-T, I turn your wifey to a groupie

Your bitch get a brain freeze when she do me

I'ma blow her wig back like she suckin' a uzi

What you don't want is the old rock, I promise

I was loaded bananas when he's washin' him in pajamas

Nobody talks shit like us, be honest

Your bitch spit on my dick to every vein, is polished

Your flow garbage, it's pollutin' the harbor

So much show that lab field problem, you a part of

And those dope bars that they thought you thought of

I been, carved them up before you was even thought of

Naw, that's for real

Uh, mm, uh

Look, how we gon' start this bitch off

Wait, I got it

Come on, huh

She like me, but I don't like the hoe

Told bro he can have the gen, cause I don't like my poe

Yeah, you can fuck her after me, cause I don't like my hoe

Bitch said she want PTP, come and get me, don't

Like, come give me top

I ain't got no type of beef with you, we is not ops

It's a button, I can't even get this bitch to stop

Bitch put my pants down, she really tryna

Yeah, aight, come on

I ain't finna say it, you got a gun, you better spray it

I got my own fans, fuck, I look like really hatin, huh

I'll walk a **** down and not he on the pavement

Swear I can't put my cup down, I feel like David

Yeah, come on, I feel like David Blunt

Hoe got some fat titties and a big old butt

You lying on the net, I caught you out and I made you run

You a bitch, IRL, you ain't got no gun

Had a cuz, walked you with the drink, you shoot that bitch for fun

Put the gun in the club, you finna air it up

I mean, air it out

I'm tryna fuck the bitch, I don't want your mouth

Fuck you tryna come around me, folk, you ain't getting clout

It's a button on the R just to knock you down

Pulled a Glock out of nowhere, this a hat trick

This cup of Wock I just got's dirtier than my last bitch

It ain't no fenfolds, I had the junkies hittin' backflips

Come say what's up to Trill Tuga, he can make your ass rich

I can make your bitch mine for my last trick

I was seeing unicorns on my last trip

I was coughing out my lungs when the pack hit

I'm a glitch in the game, they need to patch this

And lil' boy a loser, why he never be out

I had to put the scat pack down and pull the V out

I pulled the bitch's shirt back up, she pulled her V out

And I'ma keep on sticking to our beef, we gon' see bout

Lil' pussy ran cause he bitch made

She giving up the box for some guap shorty dick paid

I been hitting licks since the day I was in sixth grade

My nuts on top her head so I called her lil' bitch dickface

If I knock him down, he ain't getting up

He be trying to quit on round one, I don't ever give up

I been sipping on a drink, I been helping with my hiccups

I'm the plug, he's driving to you, I don't ever do no pickups

Ain't no back doors, if he wasn't killing what the fuck

You got a black Glock and a mass force

And JRN and BSB shit, we the task force

I'ma take the flame from him, ain't no parastor

She ain't got no face card, she a half horse

I be rapping with the shades on, I'm a half dork

Bitch you the full slut, you is not a half horse

I'm running through the pints, man I'm wishing that I had more

I ain't fucking with a bitch, she a lame shit

Talking down on BSB, I'm finna get y'all brain hit

I don't want the side slut, I want y'all main bitch

I just hit the bitch once, I don't want y'all same bitch

I hate tricking, wasn't getting pussy, you should know what shame is

You should know I'm talking to me, what the fuck your name is?

Written by: John Edward Lee

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